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 Sep 2015 Tryst
Liz And Lilacs
I daren't call myself a poet,
and I daren't call the words
I haplessly string together
*poetry.
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Scarlett Riel
I am trapped and he is free, envy blossoms within thy.
I can't breathe, suffocation is near, he cries tear a tear.
I stretched my arm through the iron bars. I touched him only for a second but  it left scars.

What is my life worth when I am trapped and he is free? Me and him can never be.
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Melissa S
One pulls me down in a sea of tenderness
safe gentle lapping waves of love and comfort
so soothing like a warm summer pond in the south
He is my anchor

The other loves me like a wild forbidden passionate rush
an all consuming type of love, making the world disappear
clinging to a life raft in a turbulent sea
He is my storm

Enticing waters with the luminous waves that can tempt the dead from their bed. My soul longs for both. I cannot drift off to peaceful sleep until the waves of desire find their sweet release. A wondrous storm of love in a turbulent sea or a steadfast anchor that has taken hold on a part of me
 Sep 2015 Tryst
David Ehrgott
Well, maybe next election year
I'll just whistle all my love songs
This way no one ever would have to hear them
Because no one listens anyway
And do they know that I know they know, do you

I'm whistling my love songs
I hope you can remember all the words
I sure don't wanna hurt no one
And I'm hurt but I'm grinnin' ear to ear
'Cause I'm just sittin' here
Whistling love songs in your ear

The train entered the station weird
I forgot who read the blog and consequences
And then a train came ; disappeared
Can't remember why I lost so much
Oh yeah! Too many heavy objects to my head
Plus those eighty-seven pennies that really hurt
So because I don't know what to say or do
I'm whistling all my love songs out to you
 Sep 2015 Tryst
R
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 Sep 2015 Tryst
R
Focus on what makes you happy instead of trying to ruin other people's happiness, dear.
Why can't we all just be happy? Together? For one another?
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Akira
If I was an artist
I would make you my moon
To shine on me in the darkness
And stay with me
Even when my shadow leaves
 Sep 2015 Tryst
david mungoshi
The ambience gone
The panache is next
And ye of elegance
Would not linger here
Is it the stale water in the vase
or the sweaty shoe gone smelly?
Verily, I say unto you all;
it's none of the above -
Just love gone bad!
Tightened and refined
From deep within I breathe a wisp
of air that holds dear to me
t'is but a wisp of love pure divine
and I do it instinctively

From deep within I hear a voice
of that which grasps my heart
t'is now but a faded memory
yet it shall never impart

From deep within I hold my breath
just to wait for the call of love
t'is but a far away voice I hear
and it is sent from up above

From all that has been within
bursts a long lasting flame
and from this day forward I see
nevermore shall I be the same
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Rapunzoll
Mirage
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Rapunzoll
Innocence is the days when
I thought that monsters
lived under the bed rather
than slept right beside me.

It was the times I feared
heights almost as much as
I now fear brooding stares.

Back when I thought
passionate love was the
only kind worth having
— that I now wish for a
lover who loves quietly.

Innocence was thinking
danger was an ill-advised
adventure, not a man.

It was admiring a tornado
heart and not realizing the
damage it would cause.
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