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 May 2014 Shiloh
Lovell Rose
Yes it’s true, your face is quite the train wreck
Your musk drives the molded cheese to envy.
Everywhere you go, people always check
To see the trail of rotting behind thee.

When some person asks, “paper or plastic?”
It is not a question meant for your goods.
For your features are often so drastic
That the public cries out your need for hoods.

Yet a midst the rotting grapes of your eyes
And the corn husk hair on your peeling face,
Lies a certain beauty found deep inside.
It turns all to compost, nourishing grace.

Bananas are sweet, even with dull skin.
Like how your true flavor, is found within.
My attempt at iambic pentameter. Gotta love shakespeare! Let me know what you think in the comments, and please please PLEASE feel free to criticize
My first thought as I woke was of the stars
Of the boy who tried so hard to get back to his rose
The love I feel, the sadness and the hope
That my rose will bloom
My world will be the one where the rules make sense
There will be no pretense
Just the love of ones rose, the friendship of the fox
and the knowledge of the snake.

You will never see the stars again the same way my friend
We shall be bonded to the very end
By stars, the love of a rose, a fox and snake
Not to mention the pilot for goodness sake!
Here is to drawing an elephant being eaten by a snake
To which the grown ups will never understand
Here is to learning to draw something other than a sheep ; )
And here is to discovering your rose, for which there will be only one
My gift to you came with love~
The stars will never be the same again my friend
*THE LITTLE PRINCE
You bought me sunflowers last Saturday
because you like the yellow orchestra we can
listen to, but you do not have to direct.
It plays a private concert only for you.
I play a few notes here and there too,
but nothing can compare to sunflowers.

I compare lots of things to
flowers,
like your eyes.
You do something to my insides
I cannot explain
in a metaphor to flowers.

You planted a gilded seed.
It grew faster than any ****;
more delicious than homemade irish mead.

Sun shining, birds chirping, children playing-
all of this-
sounds like life’s decaying
because you’re not next to me.

You make oxygen more than a box on the periodic table.

I’m not suggesting I’m unable
to perform tasks without you.
I’m used to ashes in my coffee cup.
Your presence seems to open up
cold sunflowers.
You set ablaze the sun’s powers.
I could go on like this for hours
about the love you built;
iridescent solid sunflowers
 May 2014 Shiloh
Monika
I'm sorry for being so quiet the first time we met. Truth is that in my head, I couldn't stop writing poems about your eyes.
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2. I still dream about your hands.
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3. I can't stop playing with matches now. I remember how much you loved fire.
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4. I can still taste you on my lips.
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5. How could you walk away so easily? You can't tell me it wasn't real. [delete]
6. I love you....do you understand?
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7. There's a guy in my English class with the same colored eyes as you.
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8. I've tried loving anyone with your accent. None of them say my name the way you do.
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9. I can't sleep anymore. I keep waiting for you to wish me goodnight.
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10. I miss you.
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11. The moon is full and beautiful tonight and I can't stop thinking of you.
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12. Will you come count the stars with me?
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13. Remember when you complimented my poems? I wonder if you knew that they were all about you.
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14. Are you thinking of me, too?
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15. You always said you were addicted to me. Tell me, are you going through withdrawals?
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 May 2014 Shiloh
Dánï
Baby Girl
 May 2014 Shiloh
Dánï
I can't wait to lay my eyes on you,
For my hands to hold you.

For your tight grip on my one finger,
For your barely opened eyes to be filled with wonder.

For my breath to catch with yours,
For your heart to beat steady in my arms, you're already adored.

I'm going to protect you and be your savior,
*You're my baby girl.
dedicated to my niece

-d.***
 May 2014 Shiloh
A
Reminder:
It's better to be losing her in books
than losing her to someone else.

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 May 2014 Shiloh
Yael
Subconscious
 May 2014 Shiloh
Yael
I finally got rid of my anxiety
Only to have it attack me
In my dreams
 May 2014 Shiloh
Yael
I want to tear my flesh off
And break my rib cage open
And pull my heart out
To stop this awful pain

I want to fall off the edge of a cliff
Arms stretched out wide
And hit the ground silently
And never ever be found

I want to drown in deep blue waves
Have them pull me down deeper
Because their suffocation
Wouldn't hurt me like you do

I want you to understand what you do to me
And see how much it hurts
I want you to vow to never do so again
And help me fix my wounded soul
 May 2014 Shiloh
Dánï
Floating, well trying to.
Sinking then lifting up
with clouds, right by you.
Nothing has ever described us as much.

This pool with its endless rivers,
Endless drops to infinity.
Temperature that keeps me warm but at the same time sends me shivers,
Your heated stare makes me cold, there's so much intensity.

Less is more or is more less? I feel like it's more about quality.

Half empty, half full cups,
Wantng you has a plus.
But then you hose me down to my inner crust,
Leaving nothing but rippling dust.

Trying to stand in angry waters,
Trying to swim against raging currents.
I've been through such horrors
that needing to be saved- by you-
is fervent.

Nothing makes it easy,
Neither boats or boards, they're too flimsy for me.
If you could just try to- and I ask beggingly-
throw me a life line by loving me deeply.

I'll glide to you happily,
That'll be a sight, you'll see.
-d.***
 May 2014 Shiloh
mark john junor
a thirsty soul suspended over the
waters of this heartland like some kind of
symbolic sacrifice to the lesser demigods
she is wearing a hippy skirt and a fashionable hat
a swift sunrise gives her aspects of divinity

she tells me she came here to go shopping
but in the turbulent space between our hearts
something has changed
she tells me cloudy days make her sad
i tell her rain is a companion to no man
but the flowers love it just the same
she knows she loves it too

i pick up her thought and bounce it like a rubber ball
cause it keeps comin back to me'
just like that mysterious smile that
lingered on her face
long on my mind
i cant seem to shed the thought
that it all means something someplace
always somebody thirsty somewhere

the clock stopped at a quarter to four
and a shameful woman sits there fixing her face
with the wrenches and hammers of fashionable practice
seek to be the same as everybody else
someday your bound to get there
just to find yourself questioning why you
bothered once your there

her and the shameful woman put a
heated argument in the pocket of hunger
and giggling like schoolgirls walk away
to go find a mirror to get lost in
swap makeup and spit in some bathroom selfies
girls night out

i'm standing out here in the open air parking lot
watching the heartland of fiveashes sink slowly into the sea
walk on the puddles reflections of clouds
as they break apart to bring us a brand new day
rain is a companion to no man
but the flowers like it anyway
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