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 Dec 2019 Anthony Pierre
Av
A powerful woman
Is one that
Doesn’t need a man
To take her
Away.
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
You don’t need religion
Or any kind of God
You can still be thankful
Because life can be a sod!

If you are still alive and kicking
And feeling pretty good
Give thanks your ticker’s ticking
Just because you should!
Control is futility
My thoughts only on you
Snow White and the 7 degrees

The lust, the pull, the want
I can't say no 
I inhale you 
No consequences tonight 
You make me feel so free

The power, my mind, my vibration 
So much stronger, enhanced
A hedonistic embrace
I want to be consumed by you 
Just the one night 

The torture 
I want more 
I need more
Whenever I can get it
It's never enough
I'm infatuated by you
My selfish secret 
You will be the end of me
A Burning Flame
A woman met a man
they seem to drawn to each other
it seem as if their insance energy would long for naked love
Not knowing where they were going they decided to shut the box of feelings
resting themselves for hurt
A man met the same woman
now it seems like everything is going but would society keep all this and that underneath
their bones are shattering not knowing
river keep flowing
frogs keep crocing
colour  keep changing
wait until my next poem to see if they held on for sparks to burn
 Dec 2019 Anthony Pierre
Colm
When all I try
And all I do
Falls down like sand
Midst castle molds

With knees
Red and worn

And eyes
Read and worn

I will dig the softly sudden earth
And build myself
A castle new

Never to be torn down
In this life
Castles By The Sea - With an inevitable end
 Dec 2019 Anthony Pierre
WildFire
Ink
You're the reason the ink bleeds across my page.
 Dec 2019 Anthony Pierre
Natalia
I fall,
Yet I stand.

Dark,
Yet so bright,

Empty,
Yet so full.

White,
Yet black.

What is grey?
Tell me.

I will be waiting in the middle,
If I ever find it,
Look for me there.
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