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Jolene Perron Jan 2011
Hey there, morning glory,
in this brand new light.
My mind is going in thirty directions,
I'm thinking fight or flight.

Your touch is like fire,
your kisses burn my lips.
My tummy's turning like never before,
your hands upon my hips.

You moved in quick at first,
I was almost caught off guard.
Even after knowning you,
for three years, I was alarmed.

But it's never felt so right,
and not quite so intense.
You broke down my brick wall,
put a hole in my fence.

And now you have me singing,
my, oh my, oh my.
You've shown me compassion,
and trust so hard to find.

You're the only person around,
who's never left my side.
Who could know not a thing going on,
but be there immediately to confide.

You've held me close before,
told me reassuring words.
You always know just what to say,
to take away my hurt.

And now here we are,
our friendship's taken a turn.
Would you have thought three years ago,
it would be for my heart you's yearn?

When we sat reading to eachother,
our stories and poetry after school.
That now you would be holding me,
could I have been that much of a fool.

Not to see the way you look,
that compassion in your eyes.
I'm seeing you differently now,
after all of my goodbyes.

I'm hoping that just maybe,
this is true, for real.
Because, darling, I've fallen for you,
and I'm going head over heels.
Poetic T Apr 2016
Could I see in their eyes, as I clean up this momentary
lusting, for their inner demons to released this way.
I had visions of them shouting "4,

That was going to need a ladder and I hate heights.
Well up I went in slow motion, I saw the spaces between the
claret splashes in frozen moments of nothing. Now just a coat
cold and unwarming. From up here it looked like an
abstract painting I called it "echoes of relentless madness,

It was another call out this place off a million lights  
only a fraction were braking into havocs grasp. But when
their final instant came, till it was a single moment or an
eternity in seconds, the end result was the same.

I wore a fresh suit, each being deflowered within
moments. Others lives were centimetres from mine.
They were with me through out these moments, then I
threw them in the bin like a one night stand. I left them
behind , no reason to remember names.

This  one was different, the other one was just like a
water balloon of finest red had been tossed around the
room, this one...  Charred shadows of where like a wick
They had become a light in the darkness and consumed.

Not as much blood, just dry lumps of god knows what.
I breathed quickly, a hand print on the table slightly
scorched, but the hand print still visible reaching out.

This was more a scrap and polish like cleaning spilt
cheese now carbonized on the bottom of the grill.
A hot mind is not a good thing specially when a vent
of release givesthis pressure a release. I look at it and
think to myself? I called this one "charred thoughts ascending,

I once again leave them behind, this is beyond the
ordinary job. Knocking off for lunch i see the next
piece off where my work will take me. I see them
walking and in quietened haste I lunge and inflict a
flesh wound so some may think, but an artery I have nicked .

So gently I  grazed, wouldn't want then to bleed too quick
or to slowly for that matter. I abscond in my van, knowning
the call will not be long versed just another clean up
so many in this city of lights where I calmly change
each one. As to be repetitive there is no art form in that.

To be a cleaner and to see art where others only see death
or tears. I see a deeper visions the latest in the collection
I called them "Life running dry, this was an easy clean
up, but ill have to give it a rest i earned enough from the
clean ups to sit back and watch the world move by.

Till next my artistry is mused I will think of others that
have twerked my needing a suit hangs up, each with
the name of that creation. I can admire them anytime,
and just think of the anticipation that was needed for this
depiction of my thoughts and how they bled out.
serial
aaron Jeffrey Nov 2014
stranded on the moon
just to reach for the stars
but what is a star anyway?
it shines bright
people admire the light
What they don't know is that it burns for eternity
can you imagine the pain ?
it feels from burning inside
and being stranded so far away from home
billions of people admire and say that they love the light
but it still seems to feel alone
we all have that feeling in our heart
we just want to be stars
and travel eons away from  our throne
not knowning that once you leave
youll be stranded forever
and youll realize
there's no place like home
-Aaron jeffrey
jeff
Kimmy-Nichole Dec 2010
its like what the ****
can i plan to wreck
obviously subconciously
beneath my distracted eyes
ill make my move
ill plan it steatlthly
so quant and quiet
youll wonder how you'll ever miss me

but in the end
Youll hate the idea of ever knowning me.
aviisevil May 2016
i remember her eyes
the tears
and silence

silence of saying good-bye
never knowning the violence
that comes after
when the tears have dried

so many thoughts have died
in tears
since there was a spring

always burning
always returning
to a december deep within
forever

in her smile
that i cannot let fade
ever
sitting alone with a heavy heart looking over old photo's of you tears rolled down my cheeks.how could everything have changed so fast with out any warning.i storm into a fight not knowning what lay a head of me.seening the man you have become has broken my heart it cuts the deepest part of my soul.looking into your big beautiful green eyes all i can see is hate.your place is to be with me and love me like you use to.
jeffrey conyers Feb 2013
Beware, I'm writing this message to you.
In this memorandum, you'll find the way I feel about you.

At a certain point of time.
You'll be invited to a certain place for lunch.
You be required to be on time.

But knowning the way I feel.
I need you as soon as possible.
This is in my memo.

It just won't end there.
I have a lot of surprises for you.
And some of them can't be written in my memo.

Somethings just needs to remain private.
Just between us two.
Barry May 2018
Time such a through less thing.
As it moves along at a steady pace all of its own.
Not knowing what's going on within itself.
Or what is yet to happen.
Only knowning what has happened.
Good times go fast bad times slow.
But no matter what may happen.
Time can not say what is to happen in our lives.
Only we can make our time good or bad.
Time just keeps us moving towards our destiny.
For as long as our time may last.

— The End —