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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.
Pagan Paul Mar 2017
.
War. Famine.
Pestilence. Death.
Enjoy a game of poker.
It relieves the boredom.
They only have one Big project
booked into the work diary.
The horses are stabled,
so why not have down time?
The day-to-day business
takes care of itself.
Ably supervised by the humans
in a race to the Big day.

The stillness is penetrated by sound.
Death cleaning his teeth
with his reaping scythe or
Death sharpening his reaping scythe
on his teeth.
Either way, it shattered vertebrae.
His nerves were getting twitchy.
Three Kings, the Jack and Queen of Clubs.
Royals were dropping like flies.
It was going to be a busy night.
He met Wars eyes and her bet,
(****! She looks beautiful sweating),
paid an advance and called.
Uncharacteristically delicate,
he lay down his souls.
Jack and Queen of Clubs.
Kings of Diamonds, Spades and Hearts.

War smiled sweetly.
Her dirk-like eyelashes
fluttering an assassins dance.
Letting her cards fall soft,
triumphant with winners ecstasy,
she declares her hand...




… “SNAP!” she says.




© Pagan Paul (14/03/17)
.
And the distance between,
Kept their bodies apart
But not their hearts
Wondering,
In dreams of a fantasy
That befell upon each,
Every night,
As they both stared,
Throughout the midnight hour
PaperclipPoems Feb 2017
Do foolish things for love.
It's the only thing you keep from this world
when you go.
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