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I need a lover, a mirror, a reflector
to see me truly.
I need you.

I need an army, a battalion, a fortress
to fight my battles.
I need you.

I need the world to lay quiet for a day,
For an hour,
Til I find you.

I need life to chose sides, and always
Pick me
First, above all.

I need you
Lover, friend to always be there,
Reside with me, bid with me, side with me
Always.
I need you.

Who would that be,
You must know by now.
The you of this world
Has got to be me.
                      -Nov, 1989
Collecting my favorites
Nicolás Ponce Jun 2017
i think about
a lot of things
and most of them
don't stay for long
but if i had to
sum it up,
for you,
i think i'd try.

i think about my memories
and replay laughs
and lessons, kisses
and the first time seeing
people who i now know well.

i think about the near future
and try to tame expectations
and try to focus on the now
but sometimes it
gets tough.

i often feel like
dipping in and
out of life like
something rolling
back and forth
along the wave break
resting now and then.

but mostly i just
think of that
which is before me
like a map or
flower or a shadow
or whatever form i find.

so when you asked me
what i think
it at first seemed
a riddle, for
i'm not sure
that i think at all
now that i
think
about it.
Is the futility of life, the beauty of it ?
Is the beauty of life, the futility of it ?
Seth Milliman May 2017
Everything ends and then begins,
The facts of life ensue.
Out of one or the other,
The thought becomes.
So horribly misconstrued,
As words begin to form.
Thought and speech bend to.
The moment shining on the blinded mindless,
As one is entangled within their view.
Where can one of words go?
To follow simply those lines prescribed?
Or by their lead, show?
This answer, a reaction,
A perception of knowledge to know.
Ma Cherie Jan 2017
Shadows dance through mystic memories,
days gone by in yesterday,
I close my ears to see your face love,
as not to hear sad music play,

Every note a flashed reminder,
of nights I am,
without your kiss,
a melody in melancholy,
of nights we spent in purest bliss,

If only I could see you once more,
and run my fingers,
down your shape,
if only angels could love a human,
I know you'd come help me escape,

Your sweet shadow is so elusive,
I chase it round a foolish girl,
round and round in total darkness,
I think okay another whirl,

No more tears to bait the levee,
I'm holding back a deadly flood,
I punctuate another moment,
dipping in to sacred blood,

I ask above and still no answers,
for when I might just touch your soul,
I only wish I was an angel,
you see my beauty,
is my goal,

You showed me love,
but I can't touch you
cause angels they,
are so much more,
you found a body to inhabit,
and showed me love like none before,

My veins are crying with you gone love,
as it seeps onto a page,
when I look so uninspired,
I crumple up in endless rage,

No one can love,
as I can love you,
I can only crave,
to see your face,
though I can't stand this way I feel love,

my wallowing is such disgrace.

Ma Cherie © 2017
In a period of intense creativity, I think? Anyway this is not about actual death - more about an untouchable person I love - yes he loves me, teaches me, tho were apart now - complicated is what this poem reflects? We still talk, often and visit sometimes,strictly platonic as not to confuse me more? Maybe just a bad idea altogether but I feel this is our path to follow, any sound advice might help but this is one relationship that has a mind of its own!- confused about reality...love me hate me, keep me forever or PLEASE let me go....ugh...lots of metaphors
His love is apparently my drug ;/  
I think he is my muse...I'm certain of it...
the reason I continue to write, i am grateful for that - and do much more. I know muse is supposed to be female but someone who has such a beautiful mind as his understand and embodies the feminine I think? Lol idk what I'm talkin bout!
I'm trying to write out my confused mind. Love you poets ❤❤❤ been catching up!
I'll keep trying.... ; ) Endings are always full of intense, questions, memories, feelings so watch out poets LOL have a beautiful day! Please comment if you can,
my "unique voice" as he called it, idk if it sounds good?
It feels good tho! X's & O's - Ma Cherie
Lawan Jan 2017
Gifts all around
freely given
and given freely...

now, even more aware
sense keenly

if you would hear-
Listen here,
"every gift is payed for."
Every thing has a price. Look closely
Joshua Dougan Dec 2016
In introspect,
hindsights stumbling over intuition.
Guts hard as a rock.
Minds eye coupling with superstition.
Feeling lost, without a paddle, up the stream facing tomorrow.
Trading calls, seizing, coughing out a scream. Laced with a sorrow.
Silence escapes the harrowed moment.
a siren: opaque.
Privately shamed, a borrowed atonement and a giant mistake.
Brandy C Zoch Jun 2016
The view is still.

The mist appeals on the sea it seals

But down below I writhe

My howls they burn with vowels unheard.

You see a speck of flame

My inferno seeps, ten thousand leagues deep

There you wait for me

Upon the beach with a coaxing breeze

We may never meet

I never showed, the ocean froze.
Aug. 23 2014
The Tinkerer Aug 2015
The gray days pass
On and on, one after the other.
If you're looking for color.
You're in the wrong place
There is none here.
We're all just sitting here. Waiting.
We're just here,
The destitute, forsaken scoundrels.
We're here waiting.
Waiting for something *Auroral
I needed to try my hand on something new.
Needed express something.
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