Love languages are meant to be understood. But with no dictionary, no encyclopedia, and a map only written by chance and time, understanding is an act of fate.

And who are you to fight fate?

Envision:
A boy & girl--more than children but not by half--moving ever closer. Swaying. Pulsing. Knowing each other's middle names but no more, they connected. Pressing. Clasping. Grasping.

Know more.

Weird is the new me
So you freaks should let me be
Darkness is what I emit
I'm not like thee
Different is always criticised
So why do my demons need to be exorcised?

They are beastly creatures
This is not your nature
You a kind loving soul
Well that was me ages ago
Welcome to the new upgraded version 2.0

When I was misunderstood where were you?
You also tongue lashed me too
I found solace in the dark corner
The demons became my brothers

You forsook me telling me you needed a break
You words piercing me deep within like a stake
I walked my lonely path in tears
While you wined and dined with friends
I was welcomed to an esoteric community
Lifted of my burdens and guilt

Now the veils over your eyes are torn
The old me you knew is gone
You want me back
This gear can't hit reverse

You hope I find my way soon
You pray I find my way back to you

My ship has set sail
It'll be a miracle if I return sane
But if you willing to wait
I just might find my way
.
Back
.
To
.
You

you cannot unwalk the bridge you have crossed
you cannot unknow the fresh taste of enlightenment
once you have breathed it in
there is no way back
to an illusory net of safety
take courage
spread your wings
and fly

©2016janetaylor

Don’t pick the flowers child they’ll die*
Said my grandmother
And I listened

She promised that if I left them
Untouched
They’d grow and bloom with care

But she never told me that
People are like flowers

And when I picked you
All your petals fell

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You are a really good fisherman,



And I am just but a foolish fish,




                                                       ­                      Preposterously bitten your hook,
                                                    With your bait of feigned love attached to it,
  



                                   Piercing it all the way to my heart,


                  Leaving me wounded with all of those prevaricates I've fell for,


But I don't know why,

                            I still love the feeling,

                                         That you've been jumping in gladness,

                                             That you've finally caught me,



Even though I was hardly breathing,

               'Cause you've taken  me away from the place,

                                  That makes me breathe and gives me joy.


                                 It somehow gives me relief,

                 Seeing the auspicious sun,

Brightly gleaming into my beautiful scales,

Not knowing it was just a start of a baleful Gehenna!




                    I should've known all along that it's just an entice!




                              But I am still blessed,


           'Cause I have manage to escape,

                                While damaging and harming myself in the process,


From the jailhouse that you've locked me in.




                                                      ­From then on,


              You've learned a lesson,


  

And use NET instead.



                       © Earl Jane
                         ♥ E.J.C.S.

"I am the greatest poet of all time"

Wait a sec
I don't want to sound to egotistical

"I am probably the greatest poet of all time"

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