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Eccedentesiast Jun 2015
you said you love me
but i know for sure
that you don't

you only loved
the idea of me
and the idea of love

you weren't enamored
or smitten or bewitched by me
but by the idea of love
Styles Jun 2015
Life only happens once;
                So live every second
                like its your only one.
Styles Jun 2015
Love is more about pain than pleasure;
                                 and it's hard to measure.
                                   Judging my  heartbeats;
                                                        all the scars; left from breaks.
                                                        all the tears; from the aches.
                                Pleasure will always pass,
                               while pain will always last,
                                                                          forever.
Styles Jun 2015
Touch me with your heart,
                           my love,
Love me with your soul.
               my love,
my heartbeat is yours.
         my love,
my heart seeks nothing more.
my love.
Styles Jun 2015
allow my words to
              penetrate yours mind,
                       as they crawl across your thoughts
                                    serenading your mind with passage;
   saturated
            with honesty,
  dripping
             with insight.
                  perceived
                  brilliance
                  conceived
                   through
                   insanity.

                                        Thoughts running rampant,
                                              shrouded by vanity.
Styles Jun 2015
I'm under your skin,
running through your mind
ticking like your heart beat,
locking in sync with time.
The cravings never ends,
what's yours is mine.
pain becomes pleasure;
its my pleasure; its fine.
the thought never
far from your mind.
Styles May 2015
Glimpses of hope
Desemated by reason
Frustrates building
Nothing worth believing
Thank you, Thomas Edison, for your invention.
That we may use it as an analogy
In perpetuity.
In concept.
In cartoons.
No risiduals earned on this I'm afraid.
Epiphanies are so rare there would be little earned anyway.

They come on like rushing wind
Some we are lucky enough to grasp.
Pet Rock.
Chia Pet.
The Snuggie.
Others are squandered.
At the bottom of a bottle or glass.
Lost in the illegible syntax of a bar napkin.

Thomas Edison once bemused that he never failed.
He simply found a new way it wouldn't work.
What I wouldn't have given,
to have been among,
his bar napkins and empty bottles.
Styles May 2015
Even though everything around me is falling down.
I'm moving forward with progress,
walking on solid ground.
Keeping my eye on the target;
no looking down.
Keeping a smaller circle;
only myself around,
waiting for things to turn around.
never too lost to see through the clouds.
these upset feelings; I fight them down
Styles May 2015
Our time has passed,
        many tears have blessed it.

Only time will tell,
        our moments like echos.

My wish is to never forget,
                         the emotions we created,
                                the moments we found,
                                                 the love we made.
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