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 Oct 2014 Tark Wain
raingirlpoet
he drank his morning coffee with a drop of the sunrise mixed in
always one drop, never one more nor one less
just enough to hear the steam whisper
*good morning
 Oct 2014 Tark Wain
mantieteo
life grabs me intently
Holds me tightly and comfortably
In her arms
She whispers cruel lullabies in my ears
She sings me to sleep throwing curve ***** with each lyric she breathes
Her voice is so heavenly yet her lyrics they pierce through me like daggers
Life is strange the way she lures me in this heavenly sleep but shakes me out with a nightmare filled reality.
~~~


silver
string
strong
but
not
too
coy
for
the
girl
and for the boy
lovers of this wooden
box know it woos know
it talks anyone who has
the strength can be a
star can          go that
length feel the calling of
the strings? let them laugh
o yes let them sing! feel the
calling of the night? players
all will see the light!!!!!!!
strummmm!!!



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 19, 2014
This should turn out
Looking like a guitar
 Oct 2014 Tark Wain
Arcassin B
By AB



I use to have a green eyed goddess
With an act for hatred,
Blonde hair in her head,
But had no gullible subjection,

But that was a year ago,

Now I'm with a girl that has,
Hazel eyes and nice smile,
But I can not surpass,
And just knew her for awhile,

And I don't wanna let her go,


AND WHEN YOU....
Look into my eyes,
Kissing you is a divine rose,
But no one,
Goes,
For those,
They want Lillies.
Prayed for hours,
For you,
To be the one,
It turns we had chemistry,
With our own intities.
love u chey
 Oct 2014 Tark Wain
Curtis
I wish,
There was something to say,
Different from the things i say everyday.

The world,
And its unsupportive legs.
Communications,
Loaded with lies,
Severing any honest mans ties.

I wish to speak,
Of a world new.
A beautiful place,
Every corner,
A corner new.
Endless sees of green.
No want.
No need.
To hold it to your being,
With anything other than your eyes.

To take,
And to give back.
To work towards something,
You lack.
To know,
There is indeed no knife,
Behind your back.
 Oct 2014 Tark Wain
nicole
tell me about the night
that you couldn't
look at anything
but my soul
and i never
looked up
from your eyes
and i couldn't
see anything
but the shape of your smile
and the way
you rolled your eyes
and it made me feel
light
my cheeks were tired
by the time i went home
and sleep did not visit me
that night

tell me about the night
you spent with her
as if sharing a bed
meant nothing at all
you were trapped
in a haze
and i was sleeping
but you were up
at ungodly hours
with a girl
whose skin you've touched
and lips you've kissed
and hands you've felt
and you tried to be honest
but i felt the oceans churn
and my cheeks didn't hurt
they burned
that night

tell me about the night
you saw her touch me
did you want to **** her
as badly as i did?
did her embrace
light fires in your stomach?
you didn't speak a word
but you told me you loved me
and i said you were drunk
i wonder why
the full moon
drags the truth out of people
and why
i felt so afraid
that night
 Oct 2014 Tark Wain
Peter B
There was a man named "Tad"
He was a very shy "Lad"
He gave it all he "had"
And that was just too" bad"
But at least he wasn't a "cad"
And that would of made him "mad"
So for that it made him "glad"
And at least he can "add"
He missed out on being a "dad"
And that was so "Sad"
Someone challenged me to rhyme these 10 words and make it into a story as well!
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