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He was a recovering alcoholic
She was a double shot of *****

He desired  her like an ex-smoker desires to smoke one last cigar before his lungs shut down completely, before he breathes his last breath
Like any smoker who would like to have the privilege to smell "Gurkha Black Dragon"

Their love was made of music notes no one got to hear
Music played only in their ears

Like moon and sun
Like day and night
They shouldn't collide
They can't meet

Mother nature would lose her balance each time they kissed
The universe did not approve of their love

A love story that should have never been lived, should never be written nor spoken about



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oh my stars Jun 2015
I am suffering from it.
Just like you.
Just like everyone else.
It creeps up on us and envelops us,
Turning everything dark.
It is malevolent.
It climbs inside my body,
Grips my heart with its cold fingers.
It destroys me.
Just as it does you.
But it will never be found,
Never be held to account.
Because we are too afraid to expose
It.
Don't be afraid to talk about 'it' with me- I am not afraid to say I have suffered from depression and I will not be embarrassed or awkward if you ask me about it. Depression needs to be spoken about- that's the only way we can eliminate it forever.
Hank Van Well Jr May 2015
Afraid

I see the fear , hear it in her voice
She need not say but I know , she'd rather keep the norm than chase the moon.
Ride a bicycle with her past and leave the future left to uncertainty.
A shining love destined for shadows.
Unwilling to let go,and trust the roads paved for our affection.
A behind the smile lay a lifetime of wishes shared , fantasies daydreamed , and even memories made.
To much to lose , and everything to gain.
Stick with the safety of what she knows , rather than take a chance on what she doesn't.
True love only passes once in a lifetime , and she's willing to let it pass for a piece of her past.
She hides the ring , but doesn't bury it , she hides the love but won't pursue it.
Under the cloak if darkness I find her waiting , I want her to take my hand , step into tomorrow together , but shell never truly say goodbye to then , she wants the now , but she's afraid of tomorrow,
A tomorrow that my never be , because she's afraid
Luna Lynn May 2015
walk with me and take my hand
lead me right into temptation
treat my heart as grains of sand
give way to moderation

on solid hopes and wakened dreams
we have built our own foundation
unstable as the thoughts we seek
to feed our souls of deprivation

lust in mind forever more
adds fuel to acclamation
kisses to determine fault
we are equal to damnation

burn in hell! is what they’ll say
as we accept the invitation
and jump into the deepest pit
of our very own creation
(C) Maxwell 2015
AJ Vicario Feb 2015
Their knowledge challenged by fascination
And their purity approved by desire
The mortality of the gods is tested in love
And their morality in passion
The planets align for trial by combat
In what seems like an infinite second
The fates were blinded by prophecy
Slaves to the gravity of their polarity
Stars glide over the dance floor
Eclipsed by the salt of the Earth
The magma boils under their surface
Sulfuric rain is set aflame
Toxic fumes pervade the galaxy
Warning any body of their cosmic steam
Secrets kept by ancients unbolted
Are left in dust and ruin
The pull is inescapable
The heat untouchable yet embraced
To meet is forbidden
His mass a carcass everlasting
She is seen but unspoken to
Above the fog she shines dark and scarlet
She invites any who can bear her fragrance
Her aroma intensifies while denying the powers that be
The boldness of her presence pumps fire into his veins
The canals boil absolute war for her
Alien as he may be
Beauty is her business
Feed her appetite for affection
And drown in undying cream
Scream thunder
Play with lightning
Hold hands on the horizon
And **** the cosmos for a crush
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Eyes of tigress look—
Her gentle ways gone at night,                                                          
  .  .  .  Sacred and profane.
Lenore Lux Jan 2015
Do you see my red as your words come out?

(I really don’t hope that you do, but I really hope you do)

Do you see the smile while I reach presence?

(I really don’t hope that you do, but I really hope that you do.)

Do you catch my chest double when in front of you breathing?

(a.round.u.)

I really don’t hope that you do, but I really hope that you do

feel the way I find lightness in your sentences while you

just speak about the day.

Do you feel my leg with conscious intent?

(I really hope you do but I know you wouldn’t mean that)

Do you touch me when you laugh for reason?

(I really hope you do, but I know you wouldn’t mean that, would you.)

Do your eyes remind me of mine or is love deceiving

(      me      ??      )

I really hope they do, but I know you wouldn’t mean that.

While I walk away

While I lie my head

While I wear - ily wake

(I find)

to find your face a hologram
Sombro Jan 2015
I went out less
Than most other kids
I left school less
Than most others did.
One day I left,
In the middle of the day
I came back with dead eyes
And got lost on the way.

My mother said nothing,
Just sent me to bed
But surely she suspected
Astray I was led.
So one day she followed
Found me 'neath a tree
Though surrounded by colour
Nature was just me.
She saw me bent over
And rock and bemoan
A long tube in my right hand
I lay back alone.

She saw me inject
Some liquid within
She shouted my name,
But ran from my sin.
She let it go on
For days until then
A policeman brought me
Home only when

My eyes were no longer
Windows in my head
No my eyes had died slowly
My brain turned to lead.
My mother cried out some
The policeman looked grave
He pointed me to her
Unable to save.

'I'm sorry dear madam,
but your boy has gone wrong.
We caught him in nature
Alone and in song.
His body was bent
Down over his wrist
We found this boy went
To nature with this.'

He pushed out his arm
And she cried out when
This policemen in earnest
Showed her my pen.
'This boy has done wrong,
His love of being lonely
Has given him eyes
That come only from poetry.

We recommend rehab
Or an offenders' institution.'
With a tip of the cap
He left her confusion.
She looked down at me,
Dead eyed, on the brink
Of turning to one
Who's blood turns to ink.

'Young son of mine,'
She said in despair,
'What led you to nature?
What led you out there?'
I looked up and showed her
My rhyme in my wrist
My eyes watched her tear drops
Though they'd ceased to exist.

*'I thought mama, I thought,
I dreamed mama, I dreamed,
I wished mama, I wished,
I knew mama, I knew.
I cried mama, I cried,
I searched mama, I searched,
I found mama, I found,
I tore out my eyes mama, I tore out my eyes.'
A thinker is always dangerous, especially to themselves.
Sister Carnalis Dec 2014
Give me your dark and decadently delicious desires,
the things you would never share with anyone you love;
those things in which you invest huge regret and gulit and shame...
yet secretly treasure because they make something in you ***.
        All of your unspeakable let it be spoken. embrace it, indulge it...  feel the hardness of your pen, how it throbs and pulses as your long slender fingers curl around it, working their way to the tip, teasing it to a wild frenzy.   Make every stroke of your pen spurt its steamy threads across the vulnerable nakedness of the ****** page and leave your passion dripping from its needy *******.
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