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Paul NP Jul 29
My Home is my Wand and my Sword is my Shield.

Dost thou give in to the spell swords feelings?

Heavenly virtue all up in thy name, just to be stakened in digging my grave.

My conch is my ocean and the air is it's riches. Together they fight for the true place of hitches. Which end will you take when you marry the lake, our waters run shallow when the deepend is faked.

Naked is that which is shallow and the deeper end, well, it is the bright blue pen.

Both are for shadows of remembrance and that is why I log into ***.

Mother Mary said to me that my future is not a goat, no it's not, not even a libra, not a pen nor a stoke.

The power of my mind is not a joke, strictly reading will give you smoke...

so listen with thine breath and reed your fluted cheeks, they will give you access with the presence of meek.

My sword is black and furnished by rocks. My shield is sentient and the pinnacle is bought. Like a pendulum off of its axis I doth swing my blade and cherish the plexus.
Cherish the brother.

Can you bare face to my very sword, the chest I protect is forever aboard.

In the midst there lay a pearl, a misty blue conch to protect the world.

Green green greener than green, invisible lake to ponder the stream.

Orange orange, orange I forged, my mind is a person whose gotten much older.

Purple purple, purplexed intelligence, who have I not given any countenance.

Red red, redder than lead, my roots are not yours and my spine is my bed.

Yellow, yellow, Hello there my friend. Have you no shame? I'm already dead.

Seventeen minus seven, the one thing left is not on the bed. He geteth up into the future, time splitting crescent up into the solar.

Pyrrha Jul 25
I love myself when I'm with you
Every imperfection becomes a crystal forest
Your words shine down and make me shimmer with amber sunlight
Together we are a sunset that outshines the stars

You make me radiant
she closets herself away from our sight
yet her ball has the brightest of glimmer
a shining created for sheer delight
how dare she hide her radiant shimmer
behind the obscure curtain of a shroud
she's disposed to making us cheerless
by not displaying outside the dull cloud
why oh why does she behave so joyless
her rays won't beam in an opulent glow
there she chooses to remain concealed
her petulant manner has gone on show
we await the hour she'll be revealed
look our sun has had a change of heart
she exhibits her brilliant orb so smart
Nathalie Apr 19
Sunflowers poked their heads

Out of the winter’s snow

Which thawed under

The rays of the radiant sun

Burrows of eager rabbits

Were left vacant

As these fluffy tail adventurers

Chased greener pastures

Star studded drops of dew

Outlined lily pads

Leisurely floating

Around in tear filled ponds

Blades of green foliage

Perked up as the

New days of warmth

Lit the fields with love

She’s not beautiful,
She’s not nice,
She’s messy,
Terrifying, haunting,
Radiant, breath-taking,
Just like art.
Lyrical Nov 2018
Dear Radiant Warmth,

I missed target, my opportunity...Possibly my only chance to connect with you under full certainty that you wanted me too.

You were so close. I could feel your warmth grace my skin gently. My heartbeat pounding and tangling itself with yours.  

Ha,..even my heartbeat aches to be near you.

My heart has more courage than me, however, for despite our distance being less than a millimeter, I couldn't. I just couldn' anything.

Anything to seal the space.

We could be so beautiful.. Not beautiful as in attractive, but beautiful as in luminescent, so much that when you see two people in.."like" with each other. And you can feel the emotions pouring out of them despite the silence that surrounds them.

Though their hands may not touch, fireworks shine as a stunning display in their eyes..comparable to a celebration. As though they're celebrating having found each other.  

All of the monsters insignificant and incinerated by the shield of pure care that engulfs the pair.  

The heart's determination exudes confidence into its holder. Not because it wants to, but because it was made to... Because deep down past the veins, in the deepest crevice of the heart's chambers, lives the stardust begging to join with the other....

...Maybe that's why my heart aches every time you leave...every time the school bell rings..every time I close my eyes to sleep because the thought of not hearing your voice makes me sick to my stomach...

..I really do believe some of the dust that makes up our souls is from the same star, and my dust wants the most innocent sense of the word. It just wants to be near you... More than anything it wants that. And I wholeheartedly agree..u,  

You help me a lot. More than you realize and more than I have the capability of ever explaining to you.  

I know I'm stardust to you, but I need you to know something.. I was dirt before I met you. Thank you for teaching me that I'm not dirt. I've never been dirt. That you for telling me that I'm stardust too. Even if its a lie.  

I like you. I miss you. I hope to see you soon. Goodbye love. I hope this reaches you and I hope it helps you understand.


Petey's been a long road with this one. After being dumped by the same person twice I think it's time to move on. Although you talk of future third chances that isn't something I can gift you with.
Henessy J Beltre Oct 2018
She is raw like cacao
Carries a smell of cinnamon and honey
Natural brown eumelanin skin
Everyone judges not knowing what's within

Sweet like honey,
She cures any emptiness carried in a man
Mix her with sunshine
And she glows within

Beautiful big brown eyes
No one ever takes the time to notice her
People only falsely label her and lack realization
That she's the most beautiful and radiant brown skinned girl

Sweet like honey
Beautiful brown girl
Never lose your fire
Even when the sun may not shine, you'll still always blind them

- Henessy J. Beltre
a poem to remind all the eumelanin skinned girls, including myself, that true beauty is within. we should not have to change our appearances to fit in to society's meaning of beauty. (© Henessy J. Beltre - 10.11.2018)
stopdoopy Oct 2018
your shine

bogged down

by the inkiness

of space

yet you are still radiant

and I can see you even from here

shine bright my love
For Cait-Cait
Kathryn Irene Aug 2018
Is it possible
to not love
someone so
and handsome
with the

I think not.
From my instagram
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