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amber Jul 2018
I rip myself apart,
piece by piece.
I place bits of my heart,
into your hands.

you step on me.
burying my body,
beneath soil.
no mercy,
in your eyes.

you were never aware,
of all that manifested,
beneath my shell,
deep within my heart.
so why would you mind,
tearing it apart?
Samuel Hoffmann Sep 2018
I just really need a hug.
Not a shrug or glance or wave.
Not a “good morning”, or a “how are you?”
Not a tweet, snap, or like too.
Not a smile, a “what’s up?”, or a wink,
Not a letter in the mail, a text, or a joke,
Not a night-out, dinner, or a date,
I just really need a hug.
Thanks joe
Kevin J Taylor Nov 2017
I don't care who your god is
        It's alright who your god is
I don't care how you pray
        It's alright
All I care is where my heart is
        Here. Here my heart is
What I do with it today
.
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Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
jerelii Jun 2018
To love one’s self
To accept her flaws instead of thinking out why she’s helpless
Know that you are amazing
in you; you can find love
when you treat yourself better
you also treat yourself with the
love and care you deserve
Know that you are stronger
than any storms
and that we all
have different battles that we are facing
in our life everyday
But know that we can get through this
And learn to be mindful with the present
And step by step
begin to be grateful for yourself,
for the air that you breathe, for the food that you eat,
for the people that loves you,
for the nature that nourish
you to flourish.
And be your kind of love
because you do this for yourself
to accept, to love,
and to embrace who you are
because you deserve
the right treatment
to be your own uniqueness.
6.12.18

be your love
give and recieve love from yourself
because we need the right proper care and love
that we also owe to ourselves
because we sometimes forget to do this things from ourselves. Self-love is important
to give to yourself.

be kinder than to feel.


p.s
you deserve a treat of love & care
from you <3
Kevin J Taylor Oct 2017
Let each hate, and ours for his,
Be scraped away. Hopefully
He cared for some— At least the few
That may have cared for him.

Allow unchanged what good remains.
At length, with love or hate or both,
We go. In time, some with pause
And some without, return.
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Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)
Natalie Mar 2018
give me a kiss
like it could be your
last one.
“hold on”
you say,
as you quickly down your
cold one.
make love to me
under the light
of the stars,
not
under the light
of the bars.
look in your eyes
with a caring gaze,
all i get back
is a drunken haze.
Jeff Gaines Apr 2018
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
        Jeff Gaines
**·rol·o·gy
həˈräləjē
noun
the study and measurement of time.
My Haseena

late night
pillow fights
watching stars
airplane flights
Wow’ babe, come see the morning clouds
With peaceful doves
Flying above
Wet kisses
Like a washed dishes
Sweat on yo breast
Di* grew stronger
Felt the touch of your hand on my hair
And the other hand romancing my back
just me and you
After waiting for so long
Oh my gosh,
Yo high heels tinkling my legs
Night gown wet
I’m ready and set
***** shaved clean, nuh hair.
My dear queen can I come in ?
No! Not what you think
I mean can I **** it ?
Let me give you the legendary of me
phypsyyor
Note to dreamboat ♥️
RK Mar 2018
Goldilocks was a little girl  who lost track of time in the forest
She wandered there with  butterflies in her gsir, feeling as light as a feather. Filled with Awe, she only saw the beauty of life around her.

She heard herself gasp, when she had a glimpse, of a  beautiful cottage ahead of her. She squinted her eyes and saw smoke arise while  the scent of flowers overwhelmed her.
She moved closer with care, full to the brim with wonder.

O My, O My,  she let a sigh, is there anyone home, I wonder?
She walked up to the door with a song in her heart the aroma of porridge delighting her.

She gently knocked with her tiny fist, and boldly called out;

"Hello hello,  Is anyone home my name is Goldilocks,
 Please may I enter? ”

She listened eagerly for an answer!

Now being a child in her innocent mind, her curiosity got the better.
She pushed in the door just to see more, forgetting her beautiful manners.

She noticed a table and three lovely chairs, soft cushions and matching curtains
The light beamed through the windows completely catching her attention.
She got carried away, and wanted to stay, to remember the peace ever after.

The house was warm like a memory of home and the hunger had just come upon her.
She sat herself down and ate up a whole big bowl of porridge.
Now being very small, she didn't think much at all,  she felt a tiredness coming over her.  Her tired little legs had trudged through a mighty big forest.

She let out a big yawn, and walked down the hall and noticed a bed beckoning her.  She answered the call for nature knows all, and soon she was curled up in blankets.
She was out for the count when she heard a loud noise, sounds of someone weeping.  

She woke up with a start and  a fast beating heart, thudding feet moving towards her. Three angry bears were standing there, they were  looking for answers.

"Who's been eating my porridge?"
And, " who has broken my chair!"
And "who's that sleeping in my bed?"
The baby bear cried and my porridge is all gone
Ya! Ya! Ya!  

" So goldilocks ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.  She ran all the way home, her heart in her hand, a scratch on her knee, her beautiful curls tossed about her
As she entered her home she cried out loud...

" Oh mummy, mummy, you won't believe there's a mummy and Dadfy and a baby bear in a beautiful cottage."


 in the forest."
This was my most loved fairytale from childhood.
This was pretty much what I imagined and remember.,.staying  a child for another day.
  hope you enjoy it and don't find it stoo silly.,
I'll always love it anyway.
Peace
Grace Spellman Feb 2017
I found somebody who carries my soul gently.
He took the demons you left me with and cast them all out.;
He planted flowers where you left weeds.
Although I was nothing but a dimly lit star to you, he sees the opposite.
I am his sun, he is my moon.
And together we rule the galaxy.
He takes care of me like no one has ever before.

-Thank you for leaving, for if you hadn't I would never have found my diamond in the rough.
RK Mar 2018
If I had known before I'd decided to take on this task, into this labyrinth of a living hell, how it would have broken my heart.
Would I have attempted to?
It was too much for any soul to go through  such pain and torment.  The sages of the ages have forewarned, it is not for the faint hearted.  So many different strands, layers and knots to work through.

I didn't even know where to start.  I looked within as far as I could, to see how I ended up in this tangled web of confusion.

I  set about the work of separating, to untangle the different layers, down to the very root, to the core, the beginning.

The dark night of the soul took me on a journey, one I had created by my own stupidity and utter ignorance. I couldn't yet see the true cause for my sin for the light was dim.  There was still a long way to go to the centre.  
And it wasn't easy.

Friends and family couldn't understand how important it was for me to work through the tension.  My body soul and mind, torn asunder by the pressure I was under.  There was no rest, no relief. A labour of love was my reason.  At all costs I had to undo these awful unruly knots, to undo the damage done, to return to the original splender. I had created this unforgiving state where I now found myself. Not being aware of the difficulty I had gotten myself into.

It felt like treason.

Patience was the prerequisite to the success of this operation. Layer by unending layers it became easier. Loosening  out the knots with gentle care, a prayer, a desire to be; amidst all this work and frustration. To bring to an end this living nightmare of hell, suffering and endurance.

I knew it was hard for others to understand. Nothing could take me away from all these strands. To get back to where all the trouble started. Somehow a gentle peace entered, a stirring of gratitude, love and acceptence.

A surrendering---


Finally, and gratefully, I held the whole ball of beautiful soft green wool unblemished, in my hand, now back to its original beauty
Im knitting  for my grandchildren and one of the ***** of wool got so tangled, it ended up a living nightmare. I could have just left it, but somehow I felt the need to undo the tangles. It took me three days to work through. there were strands of wool stretched all over my kitchen . It's very rewarding to not give in, to persevere . Well I'm a bit like that you see.
So I took the start of the wool from the centre of the ball but made a huge mess of it.
Thank you for reading.
Peace
Ginger R Jul 2018
If I were to **** someone
Without all these witnesses
Someone without family
Who didn't know another being

If that person was dead
Would anyone notice

Maybe if it was an accident
Maybe if I hid the body
Maybe no one would ever know
Would ever care
Would ever want to know,
To care,
About a person
Who had had a life
It was a lonely life
Probably a sad life

But would anyone bother to care?
And what if it were me
sir humbug Jul 2018
one more for Joni and the one who accuses me of
"owning the courage to care so blatantly."

<:>
accused of writing with blatant courage,
a  4 credit requirement for caring

blatant is a word of merger -
open obvious unsubtle and unashamed

and a dissembling misleading one!

it is all of these  and yet can be a contradictory mask of
opposing, differing faces

my blatant is none of these
but appearance only

**** muses keep me coming back
to a particular lyric,
keeps seeking me out, so successfully, wherever I go,
I hear it
it’s invading my both sides now

the dizzy dancing way you feel

you think I have my own blatant courage, untrue!
so oft you mistook my dizzy dancing,
all fluff all humbug so obvious so ashamed,
a cover up, a most subtle cosmetic pretense of the truth -
  of
no courage at all
and yet (they mock)
you do care...

just another of my peculiar
life’s illusions
(self-delusions)

  I really don’t have blatant courage at all
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