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Jen Reagh Poem
Rusted spiers
Splinted by liers,
Triers in sin
And all that is wrong
Mounted in untruth
Where they've been for so long
Dented hopes
Noosed with ropes,
They team with darkness
Writhes with ire
A most jaded wretchness
Our ghouls within
Away won't spin
Din of fear
Clear not the future
But danger to come
Fighting fast is the creature.
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He and she started in a dream, and
both didn't want to wake up.
So in love, they hardly had to say it -
they never wanted it to stop.
They looked into each others eyes
often, and played and entertained.
Both ached with
happiness, like the moon twirling off
the rooftop.
An idealic world they made, a
twosome that no one could top.
Both begged, "please
don't ever stop."
She was spunky and had
personality, who's desire was to
please.
Talents many, but put in
background, cuz she put him on top.
She didn't know what way was best,
so she languished in his eyes.
Intertwined with her lover, as
he, thought of each other nonstop.
Infatuation won, they kept
delighting, they did not ever stop.
So she sang "please
sweetheart, don't stop"
He is brilliant, but lost, lost and she
hope he finds his way.
Mind swimming what he should do,
will do, he's in his head nonstop.
She loves him, all mixed up and
hidden, lucky to been called his.
But he strums his guitar, til he
figures and has the drop.
He wanted to do something,
trying to avoid labeled a sop.
But he's sure, "it's time
to stop."
He is weary from his troubles, and
he's stumbling to keep up.
Voices of his past haunting him, and
wondering will they ever stop.
He needed time alone, to start, to
find purpose in his life.
But still waiting at the screen,
hopeful, at his own desktop.
" Proud", what he longed to
hear, as he stared at own backdrop.
Sadly dwelling, "he has
to stop."
Con't....
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Pour a shot for me, pour a shot for you.
Swallow down, so quick is the liqueur.
You recoil in pleasure, it tastes good.
Set it up again, time to put up another two.
You think about forgetting the pain,
But your just making it all worse.
Slowly, slowly the picture gets dizzier,
Good judgement goes down the drain.
You love the crown, and he does his job,
Making you feel heavy then ultra light.
Words mind as well be backwards,
And all your thoughts, so many, he did rob.
You look at each other, sloppily thinking,
And you remember what you did forget.
Unsure if the other is feeling the same way.
Look away, wondering, both keep drinking.
F- it! You slow melt into the way it was.
Sooo goooood, but oh soooo baaaaadddd!
The restraint clock is over, time to give in,
You're already too far, no stop, no pause.
Tricky is the soundtrack, intense is the play.
Between are you two, crazy is this game.
Long, amazing, wishing it could last forever,
But you doubt it, you wake sober the next day.
Was so much fun, and it was much shattering.
Again, you are so weak, you shake your head.
Your foolishness, your eyes drawn asunder.
But so much more then one night of smattering.
You part, intense attraction you have to ignore,
But so comfortable and also so careless.
You try not look over you shoulder at the other.
Never again... Hell, till they put up two more.
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Half-Here
Look at me, my laughter and smile
my curled hair, my dressed up style
facade that you rarely see through,
only the close and very few
try hard to fill the cracks with light,
But beneath it is gloomy night
My love, my everything, my bliss
My heart - Stole my happiness
Our troubles, I thought not much
In the end, you cooled to my touch
Remember the good times, you said
Mind blinking, I was aching to mend
I was ready to go forward, but not you
Holding back, not ready, I knew
I wanted to give you me and more.
But your distance brought, only tore
Why did you keep me so long?
I was so deep in your song.
Didn't want this - wasn't me - why?!
It was you, that made my heart cry.
If ever you want your first whats real
And we both know how we feel
Even when you run, run far away.
I'll be the one - i'll stay
Til then, I was wrong, I thought forever
No more happy times, no laughter
Behind the mask, I'll hide the broken
And real love, again, will never be spoken
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You laid low,
and I watched,
You smoked a cigarette,
and we talked
You asked me if i wanted to go with you,
And i said 'yes'
We new it was all through
As we fell
Down, down deeper
we lost ourselves
No one else
could even touch
Wrapped up, intertwined
We were hidden
Through our eyes, confessions
That was given
We talked often, no worries
No end in sight
held hands, made love
So into you
Until something went wrong,
Silence came,
Air goes out; he goes in
Ceiling fell down
I remember you'd drive
Drive anywhere for me
We'd go happy together
Linked arms, held hands
But now it's different.
Out of our dream.
Forget about what was,
And what is...
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***(CON'T FROM PART 1)***
She is weary from her troubles, And she stumbles to keep up.
The past always haunting her, and wondering will it ever stop.
Everyday she's shuffling to keep her active and distracted.
Staring at the curtains, her outside, her own backdrop.
Instruments are a constant in her brain, playing like a top.
She thinks, "will it ever stop?"
Both as one, these two, not confused, but not found yet.
Betwixt in their own, but conjoined their feelings they can not swap.
She loves, he cares, separately they have to find their way, together.
So apart they try, being happy, but both can't find their lot.
He trying to be steady, her trying not to let a tear drop.
And they think, "is it time to stop?"
While trying to figure out his perplexed life's puzzle pieces,
Remember, she was once the one he wanted, with teary eyes drop.
The two will find the right road, but together remains to be seen.
Wrecked heart, humming from pain, still think of him nonstop.
He walks away, she whispers, "remember", with teary eyes drop.
I just say sweetly, sadly, "stop".
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