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Mr Xelle Oct 2015
I can't lie these days I don't have nothing all together.
Still I look at the touch of the wind hugging the flowers.
I came to the same place just to see if that flower even cared, it was gone and another fresh grass reappeared then it touched me like the wind hugging my soul, a billion people live and millions die that nobody knows Life is fleeting I gotta make sure that I'm living a life worth living at the end of my course
Tonie Wasco Apr 2015
I wanted to write a love poem where your hands are like chopsticks
Fun to use but hard to hold
Or how your touch gives me a buzz
Like Bees heading to their honey
To the flowers to hold the last of the pollon as if but just letting it all go the world will become nothing
Yet something is different when I kiss you
As your toungue escapes into my throat as if you can't use words to communicate so you put your lips on mine to show the truth
As if words cannot describe to you
How the lighting sets perfectly behind you
Proving you the be the center of a stage
But without makeup you show your face
And the audience members may fade but when the show is over I am still watching you
Waiting to see what you will do
And when I rush to your back room door of life and see behind that door I won't wait to open it, I'll come rushing in for more
Because I love more than just the act the show to me
AngLe Aug 2017
Down cobbles rose garland sways
still sweeet fox pollon
seep down alley ways
exhaust for-seen resource in shadow

wisk e-hers tinber lit darkness - ray-linear  
Ultra violet ultra steep
o wains and candles
tis summer gleam & beneath tomorro unseen
O castle ablaze let side leave wake till dawn day breaks drawn arrow

Sea Aparts nor seperated dose stars leaves flower beswayed fairy
rings set... pon cusion
Jestered not geer'd ad-sole speech
Healerrs only hear to kKill
And angels hide in coast drift demons
and darkness impervise light

Sweet to kindle
Awe lonely hears
swoop and fain in wistle of nestle

math to flame
crossed goldenfields than adorn
& Spaninsh crux+, shall meet morn

settle anew conflict
will decide on hieght brother
conduct fist to system a sword
yours Shall swing on daymakers eventual deprive
bell to chime and hymm see rise & yawns

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