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Poetic T Dec 2014
We write, create, for the art to tell us
What it is to be made in to.
It moulds us,
Then with the final
Brushstroke,
Ink,
Bolt,
It then tells us the secret
Which was hidden
It created us too breath life
Where there was none
But know it is seen where eyes didn't *see..
Luna Lynn Apr 2015
of all the days
and timing too
you're no longer
the man i knew
it takes a while
they it's true
to process life
to pass it through
the brain is such
a funny thing
forgotten song
but tries to sing
you do not cease
to inspire me
your needs will
never tire me
although different
and sad to see
you'll always be
Dad to me
My father just recently had a stroke. I wrote this for him.
(C) Maxwell 2015
You make a tent of
blanket
to cover my face
from the morning sun
and watch me breathe

When I move or growl
you kiss me with a smile
All this time
while I am still dreaming
you already know
what you are making
for breakfast

You gently stroke my body
With the feeling of a new touch
You don’t wake me up
but arouse me from my sleep
Caressing gently all over
you hug me close to your
heart
We make love
Even before we wake up
for the day
#tent #blanket #morning #sun #watch #breathe #growl #breakfast stroke #wake #arouse #hug #day
PrttyBrd Nov 2014
I live in a heart that is not broken
But is always breaking
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Reese Mauro Oct 2014
Paint me on a canvas of the most brilliant white.
Make my body of the most magnificent colors.
Paint me with the best of brushes,
the finest of paints.

Make me worth something more,
than your average human.

Stroke my face with the stillest hands.
Create my appearance and complexion with the most delicate of details.
Make my body the utmost of accurate,
please no enhancements.

Make me love myself,
make my body worth loving,
highlighting it with the most beautiful colors and shades.
J Golem May 2013
She spits in spite of
loving; swift sleight of her hand
palms tweak, eyes hurt, just...
Inspired by P.J. Harveys "Rub 'til it bleeds"
Haiku
Life's a Beach Aug 2014
Soaked with sorrow
Temperament melted away
Leaving only a feeling bereft
And the burnt up char of
remains.
r0b0t Jul 2014
I am in that mood
where all I want
is to hold someone
and stroke their hair
and tell them
they will be all right
everything will be
all right
with time.
PrttyBrd May 2014
Shining armor rusts internally from salted tears of discontent
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one stroke senryu
Jacob Traver Dec 2013
Across an ocean of canvas white
A stroke of beauty comes to light
The patterns even, contrast, and fair
Complexity in the mind created with care

Do not allow a single smear
To blotch the canvas and make unclear
What blossoms made with hand and mind
What intricacies you will find

A root of commons grown within
of Artist and Gazer's ken
Now engrossed with personal thought
Through paintings on canvas, connection is sought.
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