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tires of
wires that
will a
horse when
hen's teeth
do query
and tread
next to
the fence
yet never
betray his
master's advice
and her
talbot may
foxtrot with
greyhounds at
mercy point
mercy point is a church while a talbir is extinct and  hen's teeth are rare
Rose Oct 2018
One day when the morning comes
It won’t just be unscented romance and wrinkled sheets
It will be feather touches and comforter conversations
As fingers wrap around wild curls and morning embodies
And cold floor boards are the raging fire that keeps us here
Instead of an uncontrollable avoidance of last night’s events
one day, i hope this will be true.
Khushi Batra Oct 2018
more sunshine,
more smiles,
more laughs,
more happiness,
more kisses,
more cuddling,
more conversations,
more flowers.
less snow,
less squabbling,
less darkness,
less pain,
less sorrow,
less regret,
more love.
more humanity.
~khushi
Poetic T Oct 2018
We cry.
We gather a pool
              in our hands.

But then,

We look deeply,
and see the reflection  
           of our stronger self.
The other may be taller -
The other may be older -
The other may be more,
but that doesn't mean
that you are any less -
S/he loving you? All that
means that s/he sees more
so much more, in you too
so stop questioning the love
and just love, love them to death,
and so much more so beyond.
The Sun only knows how to shine
Furiously, intensely so and so
Why would that version of love
and loving be wrong?
The Earth only knows how to dance
to the tune of set and rise,
It revolves, all her life, around
her lover, spinning around him, her star
And, yet, to each other, that is
more than enough that they give
that they take from, to, one another
to them that is love, to them
that is living, that is life.
Bryce Oct 2018
I am showing you how god works in one way
I cannot help but think, speak, dream,
Holding life as a box of chocolates
and wanting badly to poison the dog

the bugging, nagging, aching thing
the ballbusting nature of loneliness
of solitation
"salutations, sweet girl
I am one of the many males."

We don't pick our breakfasts
We have to fight for them
because we ate a crabapple
with our balanced scripture
Now we're Mars' Barred.

I want to touch the vessel that holds you
I want to touch it gently, molding it as clay
your cheeks, rosy, adobe,
the same red as the old
Your eyes the colors of amber before it was made
The subtle breath of turquoise
The diamond-speckled rings
I want to be the emptiness that gives you form
I want to be the innate human function
I want to kiss you because you are god
and you are god that speaks.

I want to kiss your soul,
I want to feel your light
because the aesthetic of you:
A Cole Thomas in the gallery
Rhapsody in Blue, the love theme
A swan in the early autumn, seeking herself
in the reflections on the pond

I want to be the god back
The spoken voice that gave you chills
the same way you shiver on a lonely night,
staring at the enumerate stars, lining up into couples
via perspective parsecs dancing across your eyes
and pulling each follicle closer, closer--

Darling the high likelihood is that we will pass each other by
I will wave goodbye to god, pay my tab,
stumble outside
Maybe watch you disappear
listen to Adagio as the engine begins to explode
controllable
Knowing this will all happen again until it doesn't.
I built these walls in
The shape of mountains
With rivers on the inside
Settled with gardens, lush
That I dug and watered
Myself - climb, hike it thus
And you'll be surprised
That it's a much better trek
Than wrecking foundation
Destroying battlements,
These walls were not made
To keep out but to see
Who wishes to peek in
And find and know and
Maybe even care for and
Love me, so much more
Of what's within is just a
Town willing to be lived in
A heart just afraid to be
Stepped on but willing still
To be held, beat for and
In time, bloom and build
And climb some more,
It's just here, I'm just here
Waiting for any curious hiker
Waiting for a mountain high thrill
Of a kind of love affair, or -
I'm not picky at all -
A great kind of friendship true
Maybe though see what's within?
Destiny Oct 2018
I’m more than just a pretty face ,
a pretty body,
a pretty taste
I’m a soul you can’t erase
I’m style
I’m grace
you can’t replace me
Let’s face it I grew on your heart
We’re almost never apart
Shooting for the stars just to land in front of one, maybe I found the one, maybe you’re my number 1..
Arcassin B Oct 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

2012 was a promising year full of hopefuls.
These days nobody recognize the things that make us faithful.
To God I mean,people always wanna find a stupid reason.
To do unnecessary things and make it a horrible season.

Questionable outcomes to a tragedy or a devastation.
the future might be holding up everything at it's extintion.
Slow hours of the day you wonder if you might just die.
Let's hope that happens at an old age without the erge to pry.

I got what you want , I got what you need,
I could give you knowledge if you know how to use it to survive,
Materials we flaunt, we no longer need,
For the end of days will be coming pretty soon , save some lives.

You fought a little longer my friend,
It's all worth it in the end,
You got your whole life ahead of you,
What we had in the past is way over due,
You fought a little longer my friend,
It's all worth it in the end,
You got your whole life ahead of you,
What we had in the past is way over due.

/

Follow the light for directions,
At a North star from shining bright through a Lord that'll never give up on you even in your lightest or your darkest of darkest of days where the pains may come then slowly
Fade away into nothingness like a slow motion fall to Oblivion and agony as I would see while vasting in my broken dreams with a sight for sore eyes and friend that I need
In this life, nobody knows what I need,
A banana seed that never grows,
Times get hard as common as my body shows,
I wanna be great just like the nba players that  get endorsements but not have my
Soul taken,
Difficult times call for difficult measures weather or not you have it
Good or not,
Theres nothing powerful than God and love and family but as I see it,
Have to learn to tie those knots,
Aspirations.
©abpoetry2018

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