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 Jan 2015 Tomas Denson
Kelly
You are beautiful in
every
single
sense
Of the word.
This poem is dedicated to those in need of a pick-me-up. :)
Screaming in my mind,
Pounding in my heart.
I can't seem to find
Out why I'm falling apart.

I'm so tired of the rhymes
Falling like flame off my tongue.
I can't keep wasting time
Singing the same song I've always sung.

Run away
If you can't stay
With your soul.
But I'd be a fool
To make that hole.
Flames will lick you up.
Angels will throw you down.
There's blood in your cup,
And in that blood you will drown.

When the smoke clears
And the moon comes out to play,
You will watch your fears
Rise. The skeletons in your closet will come to stay.

The world will be consumed in a lie,
And you will take the blame.
The layers of shame
Are the only truth to you.
When the end of the world comes
I promise no matter what you do
You will die.
I feel
This turning deep inside my chest.
Their dancing steals
My heart from it's nest.

Wildflowers.
Swarms of white
Below the golden light.

I feel
This spinning inside my soul.
The bruises have begun to heal,
And something's filled the hole.
 Jan 2015 Tomas Denson
Pdub
I miss your smell. Your smile. Your eyes. I miss the ardent smile you'd give me, in silence. But most of all I miss you, your body next mine, with your heartbeat keeping me alive
Hurry up and disregard me
disentangle from me
leave me ravaged and wrangled and slow
heavy and weak from every inch of you that had blended well
into the crooks.

It took you just a single look to capture me
enrapture my eyes
How I swirled in the delicacy of your lies
It was wickedly wonderful, thrilling
I was willing to be tortured, abused, mortified
It was the perfect sort of killing
drowning and I loved the water
blazing and I loved the sun
bleeding but I loved the blood, that mud from us
that drug

Without you here I've begun to thrive
Incredibly alive!!!
Yet, I start to rain when the thunder booms
I commence the pain in this empty room
I feel the silence, that deathly cold
as my spirit molds into beautiful gold.

This freedom air is growing sparse
My soul freshly bared
left open, frozen

Don't stay there, I need you here.
Pull me down to your broken layer
When the destruction was so perfect, and you wish for moments when they might reappear.
A twisted form of angel,
he's a demon in the light.
Brilliant array of feathers
'fore the eagle prepares his
strike. Tsunami risen to ruin
from a gentle hazel tide. I
came to love his pretty things
since pretty never lies. But
beauty couldn't hide the
burning sun, he wrought me
dry. Oasis wasn't deep enough
to stifle up my cries. I wrestled
brave with golden chains that
locked me to his side. Securely
bound on his wicked ride, I'm
afraid of pretty things. Yet, I
decline to run when my heart,
it sings: What a pretty thing. What
a pretty gooorgeous thing - to see
a demon while there's light. Ready
to burn though he owns the night.
His vices I thought a pretty thing,
I'd faith, drowned in his soulless
eyes, that his pretty must not lie.
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