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Megan Renee May 2013
Sometimes
you make me want to
punch you in the face.
You ignorant diluted shovanist
How dare you
I gave you everything
My life.
My security.
My independence.
What have you given up?
nothing.
Not a tear.
Not your single stability.
You
You sit on your high throne
Built
It almost seems
At the price of
Your humanity.
For I see little.
I am starved of
Respect,
Self importance,
kindness,
Appriciation.
I blame your mother
She is your darkness
She who starved you of
love
Compassion
Caring
Tenderness
She planted the seed
That grew
To mistrust
In my ***.

And so I pay.
I take the slashing
Of my
self dignity and respect
I wade through
Day by day
The debris of his
Pain
Past
Problems
I have a boat
So I shall try
Back and forth
With my oars
Relentless
As the icebergs
I am fighting
to prove myself better
Because
I am a captain
Of my little boat
And
I will continue
Tirelessly
Relentlessly
Endlessly
To offer
To you
My
Love
Compassion
Caring
Tenderness
Heart
Loyalty
Body
Soul
Forever.
Just me
In my little boat
pulling though
Because
This place is
Beautiful
Can you see it
In his
Smile
Laugh
Sleep
Simplicity
I won't give up
Not on you my love
For I
Am a captain
And you are
My bliss.
Insane Reverie Dec 2014
One early morning,
Let me have you
By my side,
Get me a pen & paper
Ask me a poem to write
About our first
May be our forever
May be you can drive me a little
Or harder
Or faster
We can talk about colors
May be color from last night
"Red" thats fallen
On our bedsheet
Where,
we have been turn on
You look blessed
There's no reason for you to not
Everything has its cover
We dont have any
Nudeness is no problem
When soul is shared already

May be you could tease me a little
About last night
then, i would hide my face
With the paper
Where poem, i'm supposed to write
i blushed
There you could talk about my beauty
Girls love appriciation
She expects them
Even if she dont have any...

You could hold me
While i write
Around my waist
Or may be a little up,tight
I am all yours
And you are my only guy
I might scribble on your arm
The victory of love we had
I might write poem
On your whole body
Cause paper is not enough
To put on a act

I gasp !
Fantasies are such a beautiful thing to have.
Poets may not have lived the moment for real but they're no such moment they havent fantasize about..
thats the beauty of poetry,poets,poems.
Elouise Roux Nov 2012
She was swallowed up without
Appriciation
Taste
Love
Poured into that
Heartless
Ceramic
Bowl
Before her time
Drunken
Tears
Shed
Accompanied with frequent
Episodes
of
Hysteria.
Oh the memories XD

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