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Crushing Love Jan 2015
The Creep that loved you
Dani Chase
Jinxxed For Life
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ
Ena Alysopriono
Unknown guy
Rex Forté
Jimmydon
Janine
LeeAnn Rose
Musfiq us shaleheen
Elle Tat
maha salman
Concrete Angel
Carolin
wolf spirit aka quinfinn
Death is living
Ally
the helper
  patty m
Yung Wifey
Gabrielle ***  
Heart Broken
Kayla-Lyn Searle
Dark Rose
Jason Cirkovic
Midnight Writer
LittleFreeBird
Richard Barnes
Trisha Anne Chi-Young
Thinking Out Loud
AD Mullin
Devon Webb
Hannah Jade
Deborah Brooks Langford
Winter Frost
Jeremy Boyd
Starry Night
caitlyn walters
elsa angelica
Sarah M Gillihan
Sweetheart
Andre nalin
DC raw love
Charbear909
Thomas A Robinson
chainedwhore

PerfectTruths  
Worldeater
John-Chris Ward
Ember Evanescent
Kitty Lam
LJ Chaplin
Just Melz
Jae
Just Jean
The Girl Who Loved You
Vanessa Gatley
StayStrongILveU
tamyon lawrence
All my 62 followers, you guys rock!
In my oppion you all deserve a light everyday for your poetry.
They can be beautiful while revealing your hurts and suffering.
Or be beautifully written by you and the Christ together here.
Just as Brandon, Alyssa, Catherine, Gary,FJ Davis, Leeann. Mark.and Paul.
Plus so many other great authors of these beautiful poems.
Or write dark but beautiful poems as I said before my friends.
Just as Elsa, dark and beautiful, Wolf among others thank you.
Or just write beautiful poems with no intended purpose.
Just as Rye,VOD, Dash Switchblade,John Steven, and Pax.
I appreciate you all, for all of your inspiration and encouragement.
Haus Oct 2014
grandmas blue pick-up truck her
missing tooth and her
maple syrup scented aprons
with me in the back listening
to LeeAnn Rhymes and snapping my 25 cent
bubble gum to the rhythm of the radio, I
remember tying my shoelaces backwards, thinking
it was funny to trip over my own feet, watching
my grandmother's hands fall apart as she
chased me through the Cherry fields in
Door County, Wisconsin.  When I came
home to a flickering tv there was always
an oppressive silence from the kitchen floor like I had
just missed the third world war with my
mother's wedding ring on the kitchen table, my father's work
uniform neatly put away, my crayons
on the bathroom floor like abused bullet shells, I tried to
document the information but it had already been lived
three months before, I had only missed the final showdown
when two atom bombs refused to
explode.
Orien Autumn Mar 2012
Our love is that of a flowing river.
In every drop, there’s a gleaming kiss.
And with your waters touch, I feel my body shiver.
We blend together, I sink in bliss.

Our Dreams are like the tallest mountain.
It’s crowned with gems and fires light.    
From the top flows a glorious fountain.      
Take in the view, our future's bright.      

Our passion’s kept by an eternal blaze.
And when we’re lost it lights our way.
As we travel through love’s murky haze.
Within your heart, my love will stay.

Open your eyes, what do you find?
My heart, my dreams, my love, my mind.

— The End —