Philosophy Love Hurts Poems

If there’s scars on your heart from the times it’s been broken 
Write it down to get it out
Nary a word need be spoken
Cheapest therapy...

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Day Dreams

I love to have daydreams, 
about the nighttime. 
I believe I can see it all 
clearer in the light. 
I am not afraid of...

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Finding the existence of something which never existed,
Heart went on and on despite the mind staunchly resisted,
'Kind-heartedness' was the one considered to be vulnerable,
'Presence of...

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In my empire of dust 
I sit on a throne built 
of ruination and lost lust
I sit and think 
what has been seen 
what will...

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Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery 
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes...

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anger in your eyes
crimson are your lips
ivory is your skin 
sweet is your sin 
smooth are your hips 
Bitter bitter are your lies...

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of't times
growth is
into dictates 
of others

world worn
uni-forms and
being now
off-time

growth is
as a
chameleon
without

an identity
within those
forms of
other's worlds

worn outside
your reality
and now by which
you are judged

according to
their being as
the...

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And I know
It was all my fault,
For losing you.
But maybe truth is
I learned all I could,
And perhaps this is how
It was all meant to be,
Even...

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I love you
You may fly way
I know, I don’t want you to
But I love you
And I can’t cut your wings

I love you
You may walk away
I...

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I’m all jacked up on the bottle
And I’m wacked out of my mind
She left me for that mail man
Brown suit done crossed the line

That package...

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Your smile
Your hug
Your kiss
Your caress
Your tenderness

Holding you in the night
Perfume scented tranquility
Bringing me humility
Your breath upon my chest

Is my life, till the day I rest
In...

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there is a why in you, 
but there is a you in us....

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Philosophy Giants  

So here we are motley crew of Facebook writers
We rattle our cages spew our anger on the Persian rug-
In our imagination- but,...

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like a boat parked in a garage
or a kite lost in space
I feel different today,
both captive and free,
but definitely out of place....

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I’ve got poison on my lips
And in my glass, red wine.
I’ve got you in my bloodstream
And this porcelain heart of mine.

I’ve got oceans in my...

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