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GOD WROTE THIS LOVE STORY

“God Wrote This Love Story”
A Dedication to Ashley & Julius
From keystrokes exchanged on a winter’s day,
To promises whispered, hearts swept away.
December's spark lit love's gentle flame,
Now two souls prepare to share one name.
January brought more than a start,
With Target as the stage, and hope in each heart.
From aisles to forever, their bond began,
Ordained by God's

We Wrote Each Other in Blood

We licked ink from our open wrists,
a contract signed in salt and longing.
Our syllables stitched into sinew,
each verse a gash we chose.

You crawled inside my name,
built a cathedral from my echo.
I slept in your apology,
a pillow soaked with dreams that died in the cradle.

What is marriage if not mutual decay?
We baptized ourselves in entropy.
In every

POET MURDER WROTE

Essence of wealth
Inheritance health
Jealousy divine
Life changes
Rearrange of financial eyes
Hidden and full of surprises
Murder on the mind
Thought of inheritance
Wealthy promise
The rage
Death will come to one
Elegant party
Drinks and dancing all around
Conversations flow
Suddenly a fall then death
Pronounced Dead
Poison found in the drink
That sip
Situation now a circumstance
Mystery Murderer
The outcome will turn into clues
The murderer wants to redirect and bring

Her words wrote the justice that we deserved

Basking in the sunlight 
In a field of flowers 
A peaceful look in her 
She looks up to the sky 
And realises how much she loves life
This is all she wanted 
In a world that eradicates through hatred 
In this moment She felt grounded
Listening to the sounds of nature 

She lost a lot of her

I wrote this for you

I wrote this for you, every letter that meets your gaze, every word that will replay in your head for days, I wrote this for you, I wrote all of it, hoping that maybe one day you would see, and you would believe what you meant to me, all the I love you’s, all the

To a future Lover

I am watching 3 inches off of the floor,
The man outside waits at my door
I know the screams from within the box 
Howl and call upon your order upon the rocks
But I know you can hold your tongue 'till the end of the night
And I know you can wait until I seem right.

Feel your spite,

They wrote me an Epitaph

Everyone will sleep forever one day 
People will forget that you were here 
Inside your grave will you slumber alone in a  pong
To be  born is to die halfway 
After that everything  goes eternally black 
Prayers will be said on your burial 
Hovering in blackness will now be your new job 

No one was waiting for this poem that I wrote

No one was waiting for this poem that I wrote.
There's not a thought in it anyone will ever quote.
So why did I write it,
knowing no one will ever cite it?
Because writing is an Englishmajoritis antidote.

I wrote love letters for you, words I’m afraid to speak

I wrote love letters for you, words I’m afraid to speak,
My heart races, feeling alive, yet fear of rejection makes me hesitate.
In the quiet of my soul, chaos fades when I gaze upon your captivating face,
Tangled thoughts, words lost in the mist, the desire to unravel the heart's threads.
I don’t wish to disturb your peaceful

In Lieu of Soot

The world was my darkness
The soot in my blackened sights 
I once cried in shallows
Words entomed within my grave
Dug with smiles merrit of fading sorrows
My final morrows led by fate
Towards the rejoicing of tomorrow.

3.11.23

I Writ What I Wrote With Wit

It took but a bit 
But used my good wit 
To write what I writ  
I'll try to use couth  
And write about truth
Be it black or white 
Be it wrong or right 
It's just what I write 

By chance I wrote wrong 
What's writ all along 
Then, I'll sing your song 
And

I wrote a poem that alleges

I wrote a poem that alleges
that I left her a little too rough around the edges,
and would I kindly try to rewrite.

So, all night long, I added and deleted,
moved around and repeated,
till she finally said, "Yeah, that feels just about right."

Sultry Dance

Through my years of defiance 
And lust for reliance 
I bid the underlying truth within the words
'help me'
For whatever shall come of my untimely  departure
Shall configure to my last forgotten desire

Is it my sultry dance that keeps me coming for anew
Or is it something to do with my lore
Whatever it is, dear reader
Only time

The Hound of Sleep

I see thee yet, mine eyes on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Thus to mine eyes, o'er th'one half world 'pon the sacred curtained sleep,
Seek thou sure and firm, set stepp'd earth nigh summon thee to Heaven, for 'twas echoed knell,
Thy very soul hath prate of thy whereabouts, hear it not, 'tis seeming rest,
Was't

l wrote a song today

l thought l wrote a brill song today
or should have said yesterday
kept me up nearly most of the night
cause cant get the lyric's anywhere right

l wanted a  different and fun song
turning out a deep one
song structure and methods have all gone
lyrics flat and none shone

genre headbanging notes flow
and its a pain, and  l

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