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Jack R Fehlmann Dec 2013
crooked steps
just a seconds glimpse behind
perfect trail before me, each step a gift
Then in the distance I  caught sight
of something
I saw you kiss the lips of the sinking Sun
locked embrace
and O' how completely I struggled
that entire night
and O' how the next and the next
and then the  next I tasted
betrayal O' how vivid I
I relived the scene in visions,
questioning my eyes,
wondering your motives
I focused, I tried more and more
O' I dug deep, i closed the miles,,
then much closer I witnessed
then, you whispering to the sky
then you reached up your hands
upon the full moon's face
Pulling her down from heaven,
 to your promises as you smiled
to deny us, O' I obsessed
You....
Kissing the sun, Promising the moon,
As I watched O' I glared
O' as did I wilt
I withdraw to obscurity
Beneath cover of your growing shadow

a silouhette to follow
making chase of the impossible
I can't give up
all i do is follow,
and look , and press on ,
just to get close enough
To tell you
You are still my sun,
Though you have another
and you are my setting moon,
my unobtainable,...
and my reasoning for every step,
every mile...  
Now besought by the breadth
The severity of those betrayals
I hope you knew,
i followed and still do
coming to apprehend
my little tease,
my treasure, my liar
I give chase,
to how completely
how very far I would go
just to prove once and for all
I love you.
I shall, one day...
If and when the stars let me
they decide...
Even they see plainly my envy
As I have no mask
One motive,
Several unknown labels.
I contrast the brilliant
Silk strewn beauty once mine
Falling once, am I choosing
Leg by foot, by will and love
Outshine the sun and by this
Luna will turn it's attention
Perhaps this test of time
Practiced, lonesome patience
May one day return the gaze
Embrace in arms my desire
The only one I want and follow
My world.
UNFINISHED... but closer
w y n n e Nov 2016
19
What I consider night may be day to you
I was the night and you were the day
and we could never be together
you start each day with your light that shines with hope
I end it with the darkness that hides one’s doom
Every day I wait for the sun to rise and set
For those are the only times we meet

But I'm hoping
that maybe one day
or one of these nights
Maybe if I tell the world how I feel about you,
Do you think the world will let us be together?
or maybe if we are real quiet the world will forget about us
And we could be together

There will be
no more need
for whispered confessions
of midnight secrets
no more tears
and a shed like cold rain

When that day comes,
there will be no distance between us
I sincerely hope there will be a room for you and me,
nothing but skin.
Destiny C Dec 2016
Trapped inside a box.
Everywhere I look,
I see confined emptiness.
My limbs are yearning for a moment's stretch.
Trapped inside a box.
My arms are rendered useless,
as they lay squeezed against my sides.
My neck is straining in it's cramped position.
Trapped inside a box.
I cannot breathe,
my heart pounds against my chest hoping for freedom,
How can one be trapped inside of a small box, when their body is in the midst of a wide open plain?
Anxiety.
It is a box.
A box that cripples rationality ,
trapping you.
Isaac Aug 18
when you look beyond busyness
what is it that you see?
a world endlessly searching
for what it was meant to be?
a mankind desperately looking
for the answer to its ache,
striving to achieve
some sort of break
from its broken heart
of pain and agony,
hoping to fix this
crippled reality?
when I look beyond busyness
I know what I see
a world waiting for ***'s return
when he destroys the enemy
a world waiting for the story to turn
to the part where Earth is set free
Written 18 August 2018
Isaac Aug 2
People trying to find
themselves in a lost mankind.

Grasping for money and fame,
not knowing what is the aim.

Hoping for a day
when worries will be washed away.

While Jesus knocks on our door,
waiting to heal our world at war.
Written 2 August 2018
Erica C May 10
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
fake
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
Nthaby Sep 21
We grew up watching movies about love.
We read books about love.
We fell in love with the idea of love,
But we grew and encountered the kind we never read about.
It is not as smooth as page 4, 7, 18 and 21.
Is love hoping the bruises won't show next day?
Is love making up a story about why the arm is broken?
Is love hoping that you get stuck in traffic on your way to see me?
Is love hoping you won't meet a new girl today?
Is love hoping that ya'll are just friends?
Is love hoping that you at least used protection?
Is love meeting your new kids every other year?
But perhaps what we encountered is not love
Perhaps there is a love waiting.
Perhaps there is a love waiting for you.
Perhaps there is a love waiting for you to be patient.
Perhaps there is a love waiting for you to love yourself.
Perhaps love is within you.
Perhaps love starts with you.
Sara Kellie Jul 10
Lipstick kisses,
we're both wearing red.
I motion her over and onto our bed.
Blood red smeared across our lips.
I keep her enticed, I straddle her hips.
Seductively playing,
I'm touching my lips.
Long acrylic nails,
for us never fails.
I show her a ***** and
she gently wails.

She's waiting,
my sweetheart,
I **** her so much.
We ****, we're on fire
and I wonder,
which of us holds the power.
I, in all honesty is hoping it's her,
'cause then I'll continue this life
in her beautiful blur.

Poetry by Kaydee.
A girl in love with another girl.
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