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She left me
one fine spring day.
I didn't see it coming,
or rather her going away.
Winter came because
she left me.
My heart chapped from
the coldness of her exit.
I couldn't find her
to beg her back since
she left me
I remain a total wreck.
Time has passed but
I still cry in my bed that
has become a tomb in which
she left me.
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The Moon lights the path in the sand
where you walked. Water fills those footprints
like sand filled cups. I could drink from those
sole shaped sandy prints knowing you once
stood and created those indents.
I watch the waves dance against your legs
as your smile stretches as wide is the beach
I try to pull you to me like a life raft
but your beauty is too out of reach.
The water is crisp and cool to touch
as it caresses every grain of sand.
Your skirt swirls as you dance among
the waves, it's clear that it's you the
land craves.
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Can I want to be
Oh so much like you
Maybe instead of who I am
Easily able to walk away
Beyond even giving a damn
Always ready to open or
Close any old door I choose
Kicking to the curb
Those I deem mere refuse
Of course then you wouldn't
Matter as much as now you do
Existing without you surely I'd be blue.
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I know its a lot to ask and you know I love this community but I've joined a challenge over on Vocal media's Pride community so if you have the time I'd like to ask you to go and read it maybe vote for it. I've included the link . Thank you for your consideration.
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There's always a whisper of madness,
playing in my brain as I struggle to get
loose from it's refrain and the constant
pounding me to comply makes me feel
quite insane.
Disaster brewing behind blue eyes
bits of chaos that won't be denied.
They tell me the choice is completely
mine but they don't see or feel how
I'm bound up inside.
Touch the people and watch them fall
knowing the horror to come, the pull
to cause pain, is the worse of all. I'm
the bad man says the song, but they
don't really know bad, no, not all.
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I was once a tall oak tree
as tall as the eye could see.
I lived in a lush green forest
full of animals, trees and plsnts
we had every species from
an elephant to a badger to an ant
One day men came into my home
I hoped they would leave us alone
but they had an arsenal of chain saws
and, axes and it was then their intenit
became clear, they meant to cut us
down which filled me with utter fear.
Then they stack us up log by log,
one by one until the deed was done .
Next they took us to a processing area
where they fashioned us into planks,
boards, tables, stools and chairs.
And although I'd rather have stayed a tree
instead of furniture and other means
of utensils, it could have been worse
at least I can tell my story because
they made me a pencil.
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You told me you love poems about water. I couldn't help but grin.
I guess I have a dirty mind but my writing making you wet
would be so sublime.
But I quickly realized and changed my expressions, putting my mind back on writing a poem that would satiate your obsession.
The waves washing up, lapping at the sand seemed a good place to start, of course, the ocean is always in command. It's strong, that body of water, fierce as it pounds the shore, I knew you'd like that part because a really good pounding is hard to ignore.
The wetness of the ocean is a cool spray that engulfs every grain of sand at least that's what they say.
Think about it, every individual grain of sand being caressed by the sea, I don't know about you but I kind of wish that sand was me.
Is it getting hot in here? I find it a little hard to write because I keep thinking about you dancing in the waves and bathing naked in the moonlight.
But let's talk about the sand. It's just so pliant and supple, where the ocean is huge with mighty waves that dominate and rumble.
The sand spends all it's time laying in the heat of the sun, waiting for the water to finally come. Each grain is hot and needs to be revived, it thirsts for the water so it can feel, once again, alive.
The entire beach lays open to the water, submissive to the waves commands, resistance is futile, says the ocean. (so I mean why bother?) thus the water dominates the land.
So I hope you likes this poem. I wish I could bring the water to you, but you already have someone doing that so I guess if you're happy, I'm happy, really, that's true. ;)
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She said,
"Darkness bores my soul"
Give me
the bright
the light
the white
But
I don't think that's right.
I've written poetry that was beautiful.
in a hurricane by flashlight...
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I felt a funeral, in my brain
Somber people gathered
All in black
So many tears
The TRUTH revealed
People DID Care!!
Shovels of dirt cover me
It's raining soil on my casket.
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I miss you.
I'm dying
the slow death
drowning in a sea
of people I don't know
never wanted to know
because there's only
ever been you
who sings to my soul
calling me back
yet never quite
wanting me.
I struggled
through the crowd
to find you
knowing
full well
you don't
want to be found
at least
not by me.
I feel my
determination
waning away
my mind
pulled under
by unknown voices
my body sucked
into an
unfamiliar crowd
I close my
eyes imagining
your hand
as a Lifeboat
pulling me to you
but you're not here
not really
and I sink slowly
into a loud yet
voiceless crowd.
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