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Your words used to soothe me,
flowing over my skin
as your hands caressed and teased.
Your tongue used to please me,
licking every inch
savoring every drop of me.
Your lips used to hold me,
pressed onto mine
during explosions of orgasm.
Your eyes used to search mine,
as you drove into me
finding that spot and claiming my being.
Your trust I had; beliefs for me
while your web you wove
so glad I faked it all.
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To capture a moment in your hands
To hold it, study it,
Look deeply into all things composing this moment.
Compiling a mental list of ingredients
And dissecting the consequences of this moment.
To crush this moment that you are grasping in your hands.
Extinguishing all life in it.
Executing something out of your own control.
Refusing the opportunity to channel this moment.
Exercising the possession of this moment before it flourishes.
Feeling the thunder of this moment.
Crash upon all levels of consciousness.
Defeating all futile attempts at righteousness.
Running from this moment as if behind you,
But truly it is front of you, glistening on the horizon.
The punch line of all moments is in evading the capture.
Being passed by, refused, overlooked, denial of acknowledgements and
accolades.
Narrow minded, business always, imagination less nobodies.
Embodying nothing.
Hands gnarled with bitterness, lacking the ability to even capture life itself.
The exact essence of a moment.
Of the living embodiment of it's fleeting seconds.
A luxurious gift whether new and shiny or in tattered and faded wrappings.
Makeup who you are, your being.
Each heartbeat we fail to recognize, is just another fleeting moment of our life.
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His back is turned to her.
Head bowed, shoulders slumped-
Ears muted to her stinging words-
Heart numbed from excess abuse.
Though once addicted to it, to her.
Her flaying arms and forced tears.
Bitterness flowing from her petite frame.
Ripping through the air-
The target of her hatred
Once fueled her passions and desires.
Promises of forever made forever ago.
Held near and dear in thoughts and actions.
Tarnished and crumbled, fell through the cracks.
Vicious, selfish decisions
Scorching all sense of heaven on earth.
Two having been made into one.
A union blessed on high
Now has caused heaven's angels to cry.
Hell not for lost souls or the damned
Exsistence without love, truest living hell.
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Slowly walking down
the never ending tunnel.
A bright light blinds my eyes,
but I hear soft sweet music.
It soothes away the pain.
The light keeps getting brighter
and the music stronger.
But still as sweet as it was.
I keep walking down
the never ending tunnel.
I start to turn.
I can not go on.
Fighting for my breath.
Fighting for my heart to beat.
I'm back home
where I truly belong.
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Five people in three years,
all by their own hand.
Never knowing the pain they caused.
Never knowing the aftermath.
All were loved.
All are missed.
But they will never come back.
Only in our memories
can they live gain.
Tears were shed,
tears till flow.
For the five people in three years
all by their own hand.
dedicated in memory to--
Christopher Fuentes
Christina Fuentes
Emanuel Ramierez
Carlos Cortez
Gabriella Volta
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Artistry, freedom.
Learn to look outside the box.
Truth through spoken word.
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Silky emotion.
Expression of all within.
Speech conveying hearts.
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Hiding behind words.
Never knowing the real you.
Fate is not for us.
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As the sun rises,
everything comes to life.
Even the city that never sleeps
seems to be just waking up.
As the city is reflected,
down onto the river,
it is tall and majestic.
The center of all life.
The only thing that is more beautiful...
is the castle of the sky.
At night it is the stars and moon
where the fairies work their magic spells.
At day it is the sun and clouds
where the Gods play.
Only believers can see the castle of the sky.
And know what spells the fairies work
and what games the Gods play.
But all of us have believed at one time or another.
And some of us have never stopped believing
in the castle of the sky.
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Bump Bump in the night-
superior thinking bore-
amusement for me.
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