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Em MacKenzie Feb 2018
Someone broke me into two,
gave my other half to you,
and I never asked for a reason.
Our connection is wave and tide,
it can save or it can hide,
but it's there through every season.

The warmth emitting from the soul,
can swallow all or leave a hole.
Do you hear the same notes that I do?
The frequency beating from my heart
leads me to you when we're apart,
'cause I'll always come back for you.

Someone broke me in two,
gave my other half to you,
and I could never complain.
Our bond is cemented eternal,
it heats me like an inferno,
and it burns through snow and rain.

The beats coming from my chest,
will never be put to rest,
as it'll beat in sync with your own.
The words might not always come easily,
as if I've never been one to speak freely,
I would rather it come from the actions that I've shown.

Someone broke me into two,
gave my other half to you,
and I never felt they were wrong to do so.
I couldn't be owned any more,
you're in my veins and in every pore,
you're in my head and at my side everywhere that I go.

To prevent detrimental love I will become more maligned,
and with each "I" the dotted heart seems more defined.
"Fate vs choice" was the topic when you questioned me,
and my reply was that I believed in the coincidence of destiny.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Tonight my empty soul misses its angelic mate
With whom every precious moment was a date.
Wonderous strides makes you look so beautiful
Press your lips to my soul, let's curdle and be delightful
Do you see the rainbow flower that I've become?
Come to me, love of my life, for love injection, come.
Come with me let's fly beyond today and go somewhere
Like migratory birds, let's hop, there and everywhere.
Right now with you I can't see through amourous hues
Yet I love you beyond jazz, rock and rhythm and blues.
Each moment with you makes me beam with smiles
Tonight I rest Assured that the passion fruits is mines.

IBPoetry©
2/5/2018
Soul mates are not roommates.
Dustin Dean Jan 2018
The places we hide under
For sanctimonious pleasure
If it fits, it sits, little sisters
So don’t get cold hands on me
For our feet will burn elsewhere
Pious, but intuitive sensations
Receieved for all of us
Here in our makeshift cubby
Underground

The faces we hide from
For sacrilegious fervor
From one scene to another
We’ll be the last ones left
Here in our makeshift cubby
Under the ground
my lovers left me
we were to mean

we really don't write
love letters


we mostly write
stupid ones

ok mim
we usually don't do this

but the only reason
i
ain't perfect
is because
you an me
ain't
together

you see the way these shaped writes look
crazy
just like you

do you like to kiss
do you like
to
french kiss

we heard you like to lie
let me lie with you


here let us
fluff
up
this
pillow

got the feeling your gonna
give us another
headache
sew
i
know he loves me
across your chest
here use my thoughts
they are
all
over you

you sure do smell good


if you see her
tell her
we
said
hey mim
?













...
..
.
we don't do stale
check me
for
an
paper mate
...
stupid spell checkers
we always lose
that game

...
Em MacKenzie Sep 2017
Combining each thought and sharing a single mind,
while all living things rot, there's a darkness that can blind.
We believe ourselves are invisible, never worthy of a second glance,
and even when miserable, we all can receive a second chance.

Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
a love that was eternal, yet ended far too soon.
And even though opposite, they made the other complete,
as at night the Earth was moonlit and in day the sun brought heat.

And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection,
and in between came Mercury and Mars,
barely sliding by detection.
Yes it's truly a sorry and sad tune,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.

Shining for eachother and lighting up the world,
with a love that could smother and emotional tides always swirled.
Passing by and on the go, barely glimpsing a sight,
but the moon will always glow and the sun will always shine bright.

Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
with disaster so contagious, they were always truly immune,
and even though apart, they shared a soul together,
and they shared a heart, and they shared the skies forever.

And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
In the history books and memoirs,
there's some things they fail to mention:
they were both adoring and made the other swoon,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.

It wasn't well hidden; they danced a dance of pure seduction,
and they felt it was forbidden, as it would lead to their destruction.
So they kept their space, to give us both the dark and the light,
and now they rise and set as a race, it's competition and a fight.

And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
The constellations near and far,
tell the tale of their affection.
It may not be of glory, and it may just tell of ruin,
but we all should remember the love story of the sun and the moon.
saranade Aug 2017
I have a heart full of cement
Solid... Permanent
I've sang your lament over and over again
But every song has the same intent
Like something permanent.
I regret not having a patent on your scent,
Or the way your teeth are bent or broken.
Like at some point a decent person
        Had a cruel accident
                 But, against your jaw
..........A fists descent...
...To punish you..........
And forever augment that one percent of you.
I don't know the intent of the event
But, I do know you underwent some hell
To get to me, in our present
But, that doesn't matter my gent
My denouement is becoming distant
         ...you are here...
                      And there you went.
But, our two souls are water and powder
We create cement...
**Permanent
I'll miss you my baby boy
Nashoba Aug 2017
Wet sand. Ocean waves. Frothy foam covering a grave.
Silence is deafening. Noise is silent. Crashing waves upon the ground I lay.
I've died today. Nothing left inside. I've died many times. Has nothing to do with sin.
I exist not live. No one understands this road. As death is complex and has many forms behold.
Each time I loose someone I love. I die again another part of being loved.
This part never returns to my body. It is permanent death, just another piece of my body.
  My heart is shattered in more ways than one. Broken in half by that very first one.
  I gave my heart to you. You broke it in more pieces than two.
Betrayal, was the start. Now I've learned how to protect what is left of my heart.
  I am still dead you see. But I still have the ocean to cleanse thee. You can't take that from anyone. You made me hollow and I thought we were having fun.
I'm not the only one you betrayed. Others before my day. Ones beyond the years we were. All the same results, nothing but a bunch of broken mirrors.
  I know you have no heart left at all. Reality is you had none when we had it all.
One day your children will see what a messed up father you set out to be. God protect them from you. As you are not pure or free of evil I know this for sure.
Nashoba copyrighted 2011
Zero Nine Jun 2017
When you leave
A deeper shard of me
Flees til you return

When you breathe
You steal none of my parts
You my love, gift me
I gift you my energies
Four.

For Toby.
Steve Page Apr 2017
Godzilla went walking in the woods
And wondered where Bambi had gone
He wanted to spend more time with her
He found her a lovely fun fawn

He didn't see that last time they met
When he thought they were having such fun
His oversized feet weren't that discrete
And Bambi has now been expunged.
"It's like Godzilla stomped on Bambi" he said.  Thanks for the inspiration, fella.
meghna Mar 2017
I tried to find you in books and under cups of coffee;
I tried to find you outside my window and walls bare and empty.
I tried to find you in the depths of stories about defiant lovers and loveless monks;
I tried to find you in the cacophony of honks.
I tried to look for you as Spring rolled by;
And returned empty-handed at the end of July.
I tried searching for you on the loneliest shores lapped up by the sea;
And under the bower of placid trees.
To put it mildly,
I looked for you in every nook and cranny.
But while I was on a manhunt for you;
You swept past me like the loo.
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