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 Mar 2020 Limbotheclown
Tina RSH
Mother! Mother! You doubt my senses
I have barely lived two decades
pulling thorns off my heart's delicate petals
I am scythed around the stem
and smothered deep in the roots
Riding these tidal waves of breath for survival.

O senses!
O senses!

Darling! You said my love was irrelevant
but to this day I celebrate it, watering
dried daffodils on the green outskirts of your shirt
to savour your scent of six months ago
Each drop of sweat on your face
as you dug a tunnel into my very soul
and took over this fleshy frame
O irrelevance!
O irrelevance!

I have trudged a dozen miles in the horizon
barefoot, bareskin, bare minded
Bathed at the gracious hand of sun
in the endless sea of love the earth sold
at one heartbreak per drop.

O earth!
O love!
It's the first poem with a better wrapup than others imo. Had difficulty finding a proper name because ughhh too many feelings to fit in one phrase but..here we are.
I thought you knew
Or maybe you do not
Your quiet composure
Penetrated my thoughts
We had a moment
And time slowed down
A second of eye contact
Has me turned around
Your smile says it all
And that glimmer in your eye
Maybe you don’t know
But if you asked I’d lie
05/05/2017
I can’t read these signs
Were they ever there
You won’t look me in the eyes
But why do I care
It’s my mind and my heart
They’re tearing me in two
I’m about to be married
Yet my heart skips for you
I know this isn’t easy
These feelings are confusing
But your come and go attitude
Is feeling abusing
So here we are now
Let’s bring this to the end
And happily ever after
We were never even friends
08/21/2017
 Jun 2019 Limbotheclown
zumee
Mirror Mirror, off the wall
Ego shatters at your fall

Mirror Mirror, underneath
Feeds a tongue that chews on teeth

Mirror Mirror, open sky
Airs to make an ocean cry

Mirror Mirror, in your eye
I'm a tear about to die
Inspired by a.p.

Mirror mirror
on the floor
Careful who
you call a *****
As the evening blues
Makes its presence known
With calling attention,
Undeniably you’re my therapy
And my favorite pain
I could always feel the magic
In your seductive smile ,
When the night takes flight
On dreams painted with love
With strokes of desire
Lust ,love regardless
As the heat rising
Adrenaline in my veins
I Forever and more crave
For your soft sweet torture
Like a kiss from a Rose
Your sweet and sour kind of love
My desperate kind of love
That has me torn in pieces
Soft sarcastic kiss
Soft spoken lies
Soft magical moments
Soft sweet fragrance of love
Soft lips Stem with thorns
Makes my poetry bleed
Flowers and rain
Laughter and pain
I may fall, I may fly
Still, Forevermore Long for the touch of your sweet lips
Breathing against my flesh as we dance the evening blues
Into the promise of the morning, joy….
Lust , love regardless
You’re independently mine as I am yours ……...
I wish you would open up your mind
Let me inside that beautiful maze
But the closest I've gotten is the entrance
Cannot travel past your daunting gaze

I don't know how to break down walls
You've built up higher than the clouds
I've also tried to scale tall gates
Either I'm too weak or you're too proud

Your feelings are impenetrable
A fortress rendered from stone
Your mansion is a magnificent sight
Why do you choose to live there alone?

I behold the entry to the prison
Caging your enigmatic emotions
And ponder the wilderness beyond
A forest of uncharted notions

I wish I could pick the lock to your heart
Or find a window so into your soul I could see
I long to explore the depths of those labyrinths
But you will never hand over the key
I gave you the key to my heart long ago. You gave me a key as well but now I realize it was a duplicate, as you have given many others. Who has your original?
 Dec 2018 Limbotheclown
Tina RSH
Once uopn a time, a lonely loving rose
bending with the wind, gentle in each pose
The meadow was green, and the sun aglow
Not a sign or gesture of pain and sorrow
Parakeets would sing and the rose flushed
Till the weary winter brushed past with a rush
And she stole anthems from love birds
A sigh was the last sound the meadow heard
young rose with all its roseness fresh and red
cut with its roots haunted as a captive held
To her doomsday she hauled, past a willow tree
Past that feigned majesty she was ordered to be
What about the blood ****** off her petals
Our mushy rose beaten like heavy metals
Soon she whispered to the cold ears of winter
What of it now, and passed with one last whimper.
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