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My love,
with your beauty
and your mystical thoughts,
you touched my face with your soft hand,
I fell.
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In the hallowed woods,
leaves dance in the air, quiet
as the cool wind blows.
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I heard a song,
I studied the picture.
I read the title,
And I remembered you.
The song? It was about a guy,
Who loved a girl
His angel.
His only Sunshine, Whose arms he was happy in.
The picture? An angel,
Born new to the world,
Shattering her shell,
The bonds that he helped to break.
-The title? A game we used to play,
-A game I teased you with.
-A game that made us laugh.
-The title? You're my Angel.
"You're my Angel,
You're the only sunshine in my life,
Feels like heaven when you take me in your arms."
A moment in the song that tears me up every time.
I remember the game, do you?
I always teased you..
Called her my Angel...
You would always give me the craziest look and "gibbs" me
A slap in the back of the head.
And I'd go "fine. my angel of darkness"
And you'd smile and giggle...
And Id feel like im floating in the clouds.
those moments were when I were my happiest.
When I felt closest to you.
When I swear I could feel your heartbeat,
And hear your thoughts.
I guess what I'm trying to say,
Is that in my eyes, you'll always be my Angel,
And no, not an Angel of the Darkness,
But a true, pure Angel that saved me.
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He sits on top a dusty shelf;
his care when he showed none.
I think you gave me your
unwanted gifts.
And yet this
the only thing
you gave my family,
better than a beating.
I forgive you because
you are a fellow human,
but I hate you.
I hate how you remind me
that my family is jealous.
I hate how I have to hold
onto you; I don't want you.
You old, dusty,
boxed race truck;
I don't want you.
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To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
labor;
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
working state;
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a
denoument.
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Until I saw it for myself,
I never knew the power of
Innocent kisses stolen at every given chance,
the holding of hands throughout the store,
the little moments of pleasure we give ourselves
when we are alone,
just by thinking of that special one;
I never knew the power of
love.
So when,
after undying suffering and pains of
3 month relationships,
broken promises and
hurtful words,
You came into my life
I was skeptical.
But that never stopped me.
Instead, you tossed my heart around in your hands,
wondering whether to give this unbound soul
your own warm heart,
or to stab the heart,
making sure this poor soul never bothers you again.
For some reason you hold on,
not letting go,
yet not giving in.
You tease him,
tauning him through the months,
knowing you could never happen,
yet wanting him just the same.
You try to hide your feelings,
but through the hugs and
deep talks in the warm summer grass,
its obvious to me that your worth the time.
So a year after you met me,
you gave me a chance,
skeptical too.
But I took the chance,
and threw all I had into this relationship
to make it work.
We were seperated,
yet we always found our way back together.
Instead of giving into the
"you'll never make it",
we shoved it into their faces.
And lastly,
instead of turning tail
when we had our quarrels,
(which seemed to happen way too much),
we showed the world
that even though the odds are against us,
we will never,
ever
give in.
We will make it
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We never really were a great couple,
just a pair of blind lovers, persons
playing with the stars,
hoping to make them cross.
We say we'll change,
that were trying,
but we keep leaving our footsteps
in the desert sand
at twilight.
And we keep telling ourselves
that things get clearer
the darker our surroundings become.
No,
we never really were a great couple,
just amazing, beautiful, caring persons.
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Taking suggestions especially on this poem. This is a first draft and I like it, but I don't have time to edit at the moment. Thank you!
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The two ghosts dance through the barren forrest,
leaving footsteps to be pondered about
by the man who owns the land in the morning.
Howls and Screams and Laughter and Love
fill the dewy dark sky.
The two, lovers in death,
never knowing of the truth,
that their lives were taken
Snowfalls before,
being murdered in these woods,
their throat slits and their bodies mutilated,
No one knew who they were.
But here they are again,
running through the spindly trees,
taking in the scenes of their
eternal winter.
He takes her hand,
leading her to an opening in the trees,
a perfect circle, no light insight
but the stars above,
so beautiful,
so prominent.
Theres not a place in this town
better than this
to see the future amongst the stars.
They came here that day,
tent in one hand,
telescope in the other;
their thoughts in the air.
They were seventeen,
Seniors awaiting the approval
of a diploma,
They should be studying,
mid-terms next week.
They took a fatal break,
spent the night together,
only belonging to each other.
The ghosts;
who's sight doesn't recognize
the spot of their demise.
They sit on top of a large smooth stone,
Left their by the world in it's hurry.
They gaze upon the stars,
waiting for the world to reveal itself.
The screams and wails and love still permeate the air.
They fell asleep in each others arms,
and so they never heard the footsteps,
the drunken laughs of men full of sin,
ready for some action.
They found the tent,
they killed the innocent souls,
but instead of leaving they bodies,
they left the ghosts,
taking the bodies and
depositing them in the freezing lake.
They then sat upon the rock,
laughing about the deed done,
passing out in the deadfall of snow.
The transparent lovers jump to the snow,
throwing themselves down to sleep the night away.
They cuddle,
protecting each other from the snow,
the danger,
the truth.
The smile,
and with one last scream,
they kiss,
disappearing,
merging with the snow,
Part of the world,
and this spot full of false truths.
No longer do lively bodies wander about the woods,
and the owner hardly visits.
But a few times each winter,
when the snow has fallen so deep,
You can hear the screams,
the howls,
the laughter
and the love
of two ghosts
dancing in the snow.
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* Specifically, this piece is a Paradelle, but this option is not available*
We walked the same old streets.
We walked the same old streets.
And dined the same cheeper diners.
And dined the same cheeper diners.
Dined, we walked cheeper, the same
old streets, same diners.
Our paths crossed on weekdays.
Our paths crossed on weekdays.
I am unaware of your smell and touch.
I am unaware of your smell and touch.
Unaware, our paths smell and touch on weekdays,
I am crossed of your.
Our love tried to slip away.
Our love tried to slip away.
But fate had another plan.
But fate had another plan.
To slip away, love fate.
Had tried another, but our plan.
We unaware of weekdays love,
your touch tried to walk
the same old paths, cheeper,
but another plan and dined,
had our fate crossed.
diners slip away, I am diner's smell.
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Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.
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