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 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
Raphael Uzor
With one smile
She crushed me
She's my crush

GOSH!!!
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Saw you in the distance I begin to sigh.

Fears of outbursts and screams held inside.

I'm still affected by you after all this time, why?

Vaguely I see, traces of your residue left on me.

Your touch on my face,

Your gentle embrace,


How your finger rubs against my ear,

Who knew that spot existed?

A simple touch sparks electricity within me,
how I miss it!

I’m thinking of you,

You don’t have a clue.

I guess...
You are to me,
what I am to you,

Mere 'Traces of Residue.'


~Butterfly εїз   2011©
When Ghost girl comes to call
She walks through the wall
Which can be a shock
If only she used the lock

It must be hard being dead
When she loses her head
She can't take any more
Of staring up from the floor

copyright 2011
Please don't cry
You're not alone
In this world
Feeling so alone

Come with me
Outside the window
The sun shines
Flowers still grow
Sky is blue
Day is smiling
Just for you

Never give up
There is hope
We'll find it
True friends together
Take a look
And you'll see
Beauty is outside

Then look inside
Deep into yourself
The beauty there
They call life
Starts with you


Copyright Chris Smith
my woman I possess you in what way
what way I have owned you up to this day
are you just my need's flesh my hunger's food
are you only a play doll that must suit my mood!

my woman I own you in what way
what way I have dealt you up to this day
are you just my resting perch my end of day nest
are you only the banyan's shed beneath what I rest!

my woman I claim you in what perceptible way
what way I have famed you living up to this day
are you just my showcased pride on my finger a ring
are you only the need to be back home at evening!

my woman I say you are mine but how you do I own
what way I have nurtured you on you affection shown
are you just my desire's skin anchorage of my lust
what I have done to possess you your love and your trust!
emotions bounce around
to eventually be transcribed
into beautiful words

a patchwork of thoughts from her mind,
made with fragmented sentences,
allow her to expose part of her soul.

words that coax
images
or emotions
or memories
to arise
in other's minds.

the most magnificent artwork
that changes for every reader

a display of her soul
that will never be seen
in the way she intended it to be seen.

a curse
or a gift?
In this point in life it’s time for change,

sure at first it will feel sort of strange.

Sit through the bad and stay a while,

and you’re sure to find a reason to make you smile.

Try not to dwell too much on the past,

because the present is here and will go by fast.

Or is it the future? It was but not now. Wow.

On this journey called life, hold on for the ride.

The one game you cannot win, although many have tried.

Let go, and live for now you see;

this is your time to simply be free.

A hot summer’s day, cold drink in hand.

Hold on to the youth as long as you can.

There are times where life isn’t so pretty,

who am I kidding, it can be ******.

Take a deep breath and just keep swimming;

this chapter’s closing, it’s the last inning.

One door closes and another appears;

it’ll keep happening all through the years.

Never lose the way that you laugh and smile;

everything gets better, it just takes a while.

What’s to come next simply can’t be known,

that doesn’t change just because you’re grown.

Eighteen, twenty-one, even thirty-four;

surprises are plenty and there will always be more.

At the end of the ride you can look back and say

Hey, I’ve sure come a long way.

Through the tears, the drama and all the ****,

it still gets better...just never forget.
A very wise person once told me this. I've just had to share it.
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