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WCA Apr 2014
I wrote this for you a long time ago on a coffee stained napkin, after you left me, full of love, lingering in a cafe.

"For you, in all your follies and faults and the way they make you so perfect for me.
For you, in the moments that linger in the vehemently insignificant corners and corridors of things, as if drifted of their own grandure.
For you, for the words that spill to the floor and the brilliant way you understand the deafening silence that follows.
For you, for your supernovas and clever shades, for your daylight smiles and nighttime skins.
For you, for your familiarity and the impossible truths that stand as martyrs to say that I have loved you before.
For you, despite the treachery and quiet sinister fun of the world.
For you, for making me so terribly scared of dying."
Yet here I am, in your wake, so full of so many thoughts and demons. Know that I have died, that I have loved and lost with equal measure.
WCA Aug 2014
She was trying, so desperately,
To outrun the quiet loneliness of the world.
She held vendettas against the sinister silences that haunt goodbyes,
Against the fading shades of love,
Against the quietness in a voice that speaks to a desertion of love; a death.
(The monsters of her heart).
However, there is a certain bravery in her desperation for life.
To escape the oceans of regret,

To escape a certain brokenness.
For bravery lies in her conviction to live,
To find an irrevocable truth in another,
To deceive the shadows of longing.
In the face of undeniable malice and grandure.
In the fear of feeling nothing at all.
For in the end,

When the silence is deafening,
With a weariness that electrocutes,
And a tiredness of the heart.
She wanted it all to have mattered.
-

*"Do you think I'm pretty?"
I think you're pretty."
Mercy B Jun 2013
Looking in your eyes I catch a glimmer of what was once most definitely meant to be.

I can intangibly hear a weary voice inside you and it is screaming to be set free.

Saddly you locked up your spirit tightly deep inside and replaced it with woe and fear.

The person you long to be seems miles away, but keep fighting my love and soon that person will be here.

Let go of everything that ties you down, unleash yourself from the crushing weight that's constructed of all your pain.

Let out that child, the one hidding inside,  for they are in desperate need of time to run wild and frolic in the rain.

That surrounding light, your beauty within, almost blinding its grandure reaches ever so high.

Please don't be afraid to open up your wings, feel the rush of the wind when you finally take to the brilliant sky.

Truthfully this journey will not at all be easy, nor will you always be clear on the way.

If you are willing to endure it you may find yourself a little more with the dawn of each new day."
sjors de groot Jul 2011
Learn, absorb, wonder, discover, but where?
Yearning to be where I wasn't before
Look for warm, lively, or simply for fair?
Bitter and sweet, unknown wonders in store

Passion, beauty, burning into my heart
Sleek silhouettes of towers capture my soul
Gorgeous grandure beckoning a new start
Hidden marvels calling me for a stroll

People, joyous and seductively free
Joy of life vibrating through old steep streets
Mysterious Douro, transfixing me
Majestic wild ocean your shoreline meets

The wind through your alleys whispers my name
Portuense, setting my heart aflame
Did you think that you had convinced me? That THIS is love... Did you think that you had convinced me? That This is trust...dancing around issues and lying about mundane things... Did you think that you had convinced me? I have felt love before...I know it's presence well...recognise it's touch... Did you think that you had convinced me? Holding back who you really are...who are you saving such revelations for?... Did you think that you had convinced me? Offering medeocrity...expecting an outcome of grandure... Did you think that you had convinced me? Me...who loves because it is reality...who gives because the need is there...who embraces unconditionally... you make me want to condition...and that saddens me more than YOU know.
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
Tell me sweet lies,
falsehoods about us.
let it seep in,
then fester and pus.
Tell me sweet lies,
falsehoods about you.
Of activities of grandure,
how you grew wings and flew.
Tell me sweet lies,
falsehoods about me.
How my voice like ocean waves,
and his my eyes sparkled starry.
Tell me sweet lies,
falsehoods about us.
Permit me to dream,
of a love which will never be.
With lies i'll never trust
Juniper Deel Apr 2014
No it's true
I'm not like the other girls.
We both know this isn't fate
But don't hate me
For pretending.

Let's take a walk
Or more of a run
An adventure without destination.
Follow me dear
You've got everything to fear
But accompany me
My beloved
To the fountain of youth

My allusions of grandure
They only reverse reality.
Like the smell after rain
Oh I can't get enough.
Enough of this spectacular illusion before me.

They say dreaming is a waist of time
But honestly
That couldn't be further from the truth.
How else I ask
Are we to escape this place
Only to face nothing but beauty

Now the time has come
To show me a world of splendor
Never again will I be numb.
Three
Two
One
Oh lover of mine it's done.
Mercy B Apr 2013
Your love is like

          That first refreshing breath drawn in after a long cool dive into the ocean.

The one that every fiber of your entire being desperately yearns for.  


Your love is like

          A fire raging inside me, the heat from which makes beads of sweat roll down the knape of my neck.

The intensity growing until I feel like I will explode if it grows anymore .


Your love is like

          A thousand butterfly kisses whispering across my face as our bodies are intertwined.

Wrapped up in a million stolen moon lit moments, secret to all the world accept for you and I.


Your love is like

          Gazing upon a beautiful work of art crafted with such perfection.

The mere idea of it makes tingles cascade throughout my body as a single tear escspes from my eye.


Your love is like

          The sensation I get from the scorching summer sun basking down on my copper skin.

Washing over me it makes me almost dizzy from the grandure of our embrace .


Your love is like

          Deep thoughts entering my soul with emense passion they shake the very ground.

As sweet kisses full of wanting softly you place upon every inch of my face.
is now departing Waterloo please stand clear of the doors.'
Past Vauxhall , Queens town it rattles ,
Past ruins of mans grandure ,
Greek Theatres. Of Greek gods
Amphitheatres of Rome ,
Grand stair cases where Titanics. Good walked down ,
arm in arm to tea with Captain Smith .

Where Napolian crowned himself  , Empeorer ,
Placed a crown upon his head at Notra Dame is said .
A Kaiser rode with noble steed through Jeruselems ancient walls ,
he built an arch so all could see how grand ,
how great he was to all.
And we dream like kings , have manic dreams
and build monuments like pyramids in the sky.
Yet butterfly's can't hold them ,
Neither flys ,
Or mice or rats scurry by .
They crawl where man can't find them ,
Yet are there when they fall ,
and sickness and death shall take them,
and where insects crawl ,
Our bodies decay  ,
where sheep and goats don't mix ,
Shifted like  sands of time ,
To green fields or fire ,
by the great Shepheard King Jesus ,
Who died to save us all.
mike Apr 2017
When the walls of your home
Start breathin when ur alone
Then at least u know
That one of you is still alive.
When ur disposed and
You're decomposin
And you're leavin this life like
Ur flesh from ur bone
Then ur empty eyesockets
Start searchin for another
Dismantled jaw
To talk to all night

I wish that I had
The grandure of those walls
To keep me
Company all night.

When you only talk alone
Then nowhere can be home
And you pleasure your flesh for
The day
That your flesh finally
Separates from ur bone.
mm Mm mm Mmmm.......
I layed my doll beside her ,
a perfect replica of what she meant to me .
Then held her by my side for all the world to see .

For she was elegant  when she was with me ,
a turtle dove before the spring ,
and so with all her charms of innocence ,
I loved her before any living thing .

That none should walk besides me
when she took me to the fair ,
so she can lay besides me ,
and comfort me in prayer .
under soft floral blankets ,
we will sleep this very  night .
For even death with all its grandure ,
as she looked beyond its gaze ,
a doll made just for her ,
when she has passed through this realm of days .

And so love still let it conquer when all I have to hold ,
is a doll made out of wax with its O so pretty nose .

For if it be A coffin she might. Sleep this very night ,
but in my bed she now will lay ,
my doll  with the sweetest fragrances will never see decay .

And it shall be my comfort even though worms eat her body so ,
I will always have my sweet daisy besides me ,
where ever i go .

But so the years went by and I forgot about my friend ,
who sat in the corner for years without end .
Untill one day I made love to a woman I had met at the fair ,
for she was just like my Daisy  and had long flowing locks in her hair .

And so it moved  ,
to the foot of the bed ,
as we got ***** under those soft floral sheets ,
we once called our bed ,
and now all it does is stare at us ,
and won’t leave us alone .

So we buried sweet daisy ,
we smashed her with a hammer ,
we buried her in the garden ,
and left a cross upon her grave ,
now Every night we watch in silence ,
too terrified and afraid  
that Daisy my beloved should one day
rise up fron her grave.

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