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 Jul 2015 a l e x
Belladonna
Renewed
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Belladonna
I burn
My heart is ablaze
I bleed
My body howls with rage
I am empty
My soul died long ago
I am broken
But I still can't let you go...

This fire burns bright in me
Consumes me, every moment
It will take me
I will give in to this torment

And then I'll glow
Like liquid gold, purified
Sweet like caramel, tempered slow
Holy as the wine sanctified.*

And You will burn
Just burn.
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Tommy Jackson
What is love?

What is love?
A constantly asked question.
Some say love is just an emotion.
Sure, but is that all?
I say, love is a gift.
A gift from one heart to another.
It is something to keep and to cherish.
Not throw away like some worthless piece of paper.
It can be painful at time,
But for the remainding, it is beautiful, everlasting, and forever.
It is never selfish or greedy.
Mean or cheating.
What ever you do,
Never throw away love
when you come across it.
Whatever the obstacles,
Hold on tightly and never let go.
So much of the younger generation will throw word around love as if a kite to the wind. Being married ten years I know love we have to sacrifice ourselves as I see only few men do for there women these days so men don't lose sight of what's right there if you do have a wife or woman, and same for women to men. And if for those people you do love someone never let that slip away from you and give all your love to that person because it's all we got
Poetry is a
     well-oiled function,
      processing sentiments
                for posterity

*Poetry is an extension
     of our core elements,
           royally regurgitated
 Jul 2015 a l e x
jeffrey robin
/.\


we treat others as if they were only

Figments of our minds

Only products of our imaginations

/:\

As if their only purpose is to give us

Some way to talk about OURSELVES

As if describing

HOW YOU MAKE ME  FEEL

is about THEM !

when it is only Narcissistic Crap

::

Our ONLY LOVER

is our reflection in the mirror
 Jul 2015 a l e x
Cíara McNamara
By the ocean
is where I will contemplate my entire life,
to the sounds of the waves
crashing down upon my plight.
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