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Will Martin Aug 2013
You've held my heart in your hands
many times
And yet, you've never known it
But you're like that you know
Because
You treat a person's heart better than an heirloom
Not 'handle with care', but
stroke gently with caring
Will Martin May 2012
Is there a substance
that as a result of continually applied force
becomes so hardened
so as to become no longer malleable..?
immovable..?

Lately i am feeling
much like that substance

Becoming tired of being forced
for no good point
Becoming weary of being pushed
into a grotesque shape
not of my choosing
Toward directions
i care not to go in

And you can find this stuf anywhere
it's everywhere
Leftover human ****
over-hammered
beat down by the establishment

You might call it
white trash metal
Or inner city old grey steel
50 gallon drum fireplace
ghetto hubcap with no wheel

Left with worth
less than a tin cup
Used humanity
used up

Beware waste artisans
it's waste recycle time
it's become too late
the purged waste you've created
Returns and rises from the ashes
to make you suffocated ...
Will Martin May 2012
Isn't it funny..?
The things we fancy

Sometimes starting
just as a small warm glow
Way deep down inside
Then building to a tide

Those waves pretty nearly
washed my heart away today
And while clinging to reality
losing my fight against the ebb
The saddening choke held in my throat
began to turn to mist

I thought that surely i saw
the love behind your eyes
But i guessed this another fancy
another fairy tale .. just lies

I fancied me in love with you
but i hadn't fancied that we'd part
I fancied that you loved me too
And so .. my broken heart ...
About a crush .. a love from a distance .. the lady never knew .. i never let on ... Instead, i wrote this poem about it
Will Martin May 2012
You're like a gentle little rascal breeze
lightly tapping .. softly rapping ..
At the door to my heart ..

Soon .. i can bear it no longer
and i run to the door .. just a peek,
To see who or what it might be

But it's too late
because you've already
Gotten inside ...
These 1st two poems of mine were both written for a lady whom i loved from a distance.  I gave her the poems very near when it was time for us to say goodbye. I never was able to find her again after that point in time.  The poems were written also as a challenge to myself .. to prove that i could do at least as good or better than Hallmark.
Will Martin May 2012
You've held my heart in your hands
.. many times ..
and yet you've never known it
But you're like that you know
.. because ..
You treat a person's heart
better than an heirloom
Not 'handle with care'
but .. stroke gently with caring ...

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