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Rigmarole Feb 2018
Dear Douglas so wise and kind
You know you blow my mind
With your black eyes and shining bright soul
You have helped me fill a very deep hole

With knowledge and wisdom that I have absorbed
No memory of words you've spoken can be recalled
But simply a knowing of what is right and wrong
My soul rejoices and sings your song

I’m grateful beyond words to know your voice
To feel its vibration, it was my choice
To open and welcome new ideas of old
And grow and develop myself into gold
julie Feb 2018
love doesn't cost anything
but a penny, a nickel, and a quarter.

a lucky penny, breaking the odds of rigid reality.

the nickel i found near your bed, after making love to you.

and a quarter, because all it took to fall in love with you was the first fourth of a second you held my hand.
for my baby
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Polychromic world
Alluring Colors
Aesthetic beauty,
Panoramic utopia
Magic smell
Visible, and invisible
Art work in display
Characters with expressions
No end, and the beginning
An abstract sum
Sanity sense
Authentic truth
Measuring life
Realm of the soul and spirit
Closed eyes, yet to see more
Delights over vivid views
Beyond languages,
Waving flag,
Meeting in a half way
Thus, Status updates.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
I have been told
"It's not who you think about at 2:00 AM
When you're lonely
It's who you think about at 2:00 PM
When you're busy"
But I think about you constantly
even when you're next to me
and I wonder how it is I got so lucky
for you to be this in love with me
Lucky in love. I'm kind of a sap.
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2018
Your smile brightens up my day,
Suddenly everything feels okay,
As long as I have you by my side,
I don't have to worry, and I don't have to hide.

These butterflies won't seem to go,
That's just fine because I know,
I'm lucky to always have them there,
A constant reminder of how much I care.

Being with you pushes me to fly,
You're really the sweetest, I wouldn't lie,
You're the reason I laugh, also why I smile,
I'm the happiest I've been in awhile.

I hope that I mean something to you,
I want you to think about me too,
Will you tell me that this feels right?
That is my only wish tonight.
10-15-10
Written eight years ago, you can clearly tell I've improved. Any constructive criticism is welcome!
ClawedBeauty101 May 2018
Can you envision it now? An Inverted World?
Where colors go beyond their definition...

Shades of shadows transforming as beams of white
They do the opposite of their given mission

Praise the Lord we don't live in an Inverted World
Where Comfort and Chaos try to share one frame

The morning's flawless innocent white clouds scatter away and are replaced by black clouds that will start a new reign

Our minds will try to solve this puzzle as a sun of dark radiance blast it's curse over the nation

The forgiving pink roses turn against us as their petals allow green jealousy to manifest their vision

The diamonds that covered the sky at night would only be small shadow reminders of the new sun that leaves us breathless

The Night would be purer then Daytime it's self. The Elements water and fire would have switched identities. These changes are endless

Praise God we don't live in an inverted world. Where our skin looks like it was painted in ashes

Or for those with a darker tone, look like their body have been invade by an icy storm encouraged by magic

The Lord instructed color to have a meaning, commanded nature to have a destiny and a desire...

Again, Thank you Savior, for your mercy of an orderly world, where shades are in their places, and harmony is not a liar

Coloration embraces it's role and refuses to fail it's task to symbolize it's emotion...

How truly lucky and blessed we are..
*That We Don't Live In An Inverted World...
Embrace it...
For it is His mercy...
you have mistaken us
for someone that wont
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Dakota Jan 2018
my shoes are caked
with brown mud and
my arms have new burns.
getting high alone in the woods
is fine until the paranoia sets is
and the trees i love on lsd
become my hated enemies.
i find a book of matches on
the ground, twenty minutes
after my lighter died.
they are wet and do not light.
the cigarette between my lips
dangles there, before falling
into the mud i trudge through.
i use my own name in vain
and try to pretend that
losing my lucky isn’t unlucky.
the title was given to me as a prompt by a friend
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