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Loss of Love

Love lost,
Is never truly gone,
No matter the rents cost,
Love lost lingers on.

She never truly committed to me,
Simply wished for a toy,
A heart of stone you see,
To the softness of a boy.

She was young as was he,
Yet her soul was full grown,
Her mind a tragic soliloquy,
Of what fate had sewn.

The boy was simply a canvas,
And who better than a pained artist,
To take his heart and encompass,
The innocence with a lusted mist.

He knew her as a saint,
She saw a den for sin,
He knew not of the paint,
She began to place within.

Now her ruse is complete,
His love is true,
Her trickery was discreet,
Now to turn brightness to blue.

Love is never lost,
It festers from within,
To the owner it bears great cost,
She lives on, as he lives broken.

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Questions

Through fire and rain,
I bear this pain,
Due to my emotional strain,
My reputation holds disdain.

How can I repair it?
How do I begin to feel worth it?
While friends who bear no sins,
Begin filling coffins.

Where do I turn?
I see no bridges,
I have yet to burn,
Only window ledges.

To be or not to be, 
Is no longer the question,
To be blind or to see,
Is the question's reinvention.

For some it is as simple,
As standing upon a stool, 
To fall and make a ripple,
Or to remain in life's stagnant pool.

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Breath of Air

I try to inhale, 
But I am choking,
From this smog veil,
That is overbearing.

Is the city sick?
Is it dying?
From pollutants so thick,
And the kids now crying.

We've started down,
A path irreversible,
Cars we all own,
Is the earth worth a convertible?

Can I find a place,
Where I can breathe,
Without this poison in my face,
Only fresh air can relieve.

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Two Halves, One Heart

Think of me, 
In times of darkness,
When you cannot see,
Nor make sense.

I will come,
Only for you,
To aid the one,
Who has a heart so true. 

We have been broken,
By those we care for,
By the words they've spoken,
Yet that was before.

Now we have each other,
And love everlasting,
We will not bother,
With the molds they are casting.

Two halves to form one heart,
Stitched together with passion,
That cannot be torn apart,
No matter anyone's action.

So from fire came beauty,
And hatred bred love,
What was drowning at sea,
Has risen above.

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The Mind of a Bullet

Slide back the action,
The hammer clicks,
Reaction,
Pin hits the primer resulting in a kick,
I exit the barrel causing disruption.

I give no thought to my victim, 
No mercy when I hit them,
Shredding flesh and shattering bone,
Pray one of I doesn't visit your home.

Cold now,
They try to remove me,
Forceps grip the portion they see,
I am pulled from my created cavity,
Men shudder at the damage I allow.

What am I,
A piece of lead coated in copper,
But packed in a casing with powder you can see,
The death I have to offer.

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The Surviving Sadness

People of joy converse,
In terms of best,
Or worse,
But I am unlike the rest.

In this oblique mindset,
There may be bits of joy,
But they're always offset,
By a surviving sadness' ploy. 

Twisting a knot in every plot,
Tearing shreds to dreams,
Of a life not,
Falling apart at the seams.

Maybe I was broken, 
Long ago,
Maybe I should have spoken,
Let my sadness show.

A surviving sadness,
Can be hard to understand,
It appears endless,
Impossible to disband.

I fight every day,
Inside my mind,
Always trying a new way,
To release this bind.

Until then; I ask you please,
Don't partake in my melancholy,
See to a life of ease,
Avoid folly for something jolly.

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Tequila Kisses

It was years before,
That I had been turned,
To the sweet taste, 
Of kisses that burned.

But tonight was different,
As I stood upon her stoop,
I felt trapped,
Like a pigeon in a coop.

Her glances were brandy, 
Her touch was gin,
As she leaned in closer,
Tequila kisses became my sin.

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Don'T Shame

I want make an old dance new,
Show you how to follow,
Build a romance, 
Pushing the envelope as far as you allow,
We knew we would mambo at first glance,
Going from vertical to horizontal now, 
Starting with a foxtrot lance, 
Ending in a waltz's bow,
Elegant slipping free of our pants,
Leaving fully dressed; saying "wow".

Does society condone our fling?
What malevolence will this bring?
The dogs still bark,
The birds still sing,
Will this leave a mark,
Much like a wedding ring?
Have we raised a monarch?
Fitting ourselves as queen and king?
Or are mischievous beings on our swingers ark?
Leaving no trace of the judgement worth following.

We always say it is only sex,
To some it is more,
For some it wrecks,
Deeming them as a cancerous sore,
Why does their casual and consensual sex,
Bring about prejudices like evil folklore.

These are good people you judge! 
Good people you make cry!
Only because your beliefs won't budge,
Now good people start to die,
Potential poets, scientists, teachers, over your religion's grudge.

Death and hatred so prevalent now; when will it all end?
So many shamed for being different and free; and why? 
All for a society that refuses to bend,
People say they don't see it, they lie. 

I know women who cant find peace, 
Simply because they experienced pleasure,
Friends, foes, family call them a disgrace, 
Yet their pleas for it to all cease, 
Fall on deaf ear.

I love them all,
Not for evil motive,
Or the good samaritans call,
But because a loveless life no one can live.

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The Friend Zone

Just try to imagine, 
A world free of lies,
Where within, 
Never a lover cries. 

Hopefully I can do better,
Than the men who came before,
No tears upon your sweater, 
You will be hurt no more.

But you say you'll never trust me,
For I am just another, 
That will never come to be, 
Just another non blood brother. 

So I have found a home, 
Of people with the same tone, 
Which is that of a sad tome,
Welcome brethren; to the friend-zone.

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Room To Grow

I've been in a stasis,
Thinking I was broken, 
I need to face this,
Break down my sin.

I have been proud,
Thought I was great, 
So I shouted loud,
But that was not my fate.

Soon the fire died down,
And the words dried up, 
I couldn't face my own frown,
Went from top dog to a pup.

This absence of mind,
Has given me time,
To heal and find,
Inspiration from nothing; like a mime.

Now everything has some light,
Every wrong doing,
I can make right,
I only need positive thinking.

Never again will I be, 
Too blinded by my poetry,
To see,
The room to grow; in me.