An Equation for Love
Love = Attraction + (Experience x Time) / (Assets - Annoying Habits) If life were like maths, Just a bunch of tasks, Do you think an equation, Could make up a nation.
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Love = Attraction + (Experience x Time) / (Assets - Annoying Habits) If life were like maths, Just a bunch of tasks, Do you think an equation, Could make up a nation.
Come back my Sun, Come chase the Dark, Come dance and play. Your brother Rain, Has spoilt it again, Angering his father River. Come back my Sun, Smile us light, Shine us the way.
A smile can still be fake. A laugh can still have hurt. A sun can still have rain. A tile can still hold dirt. A tear can still be good. A scent can last for years. A smile can see me through the day.
The winters here. The cold will bight. The worst of it. Comes late at night. For those of us. Who lie alone. On cold lonely beds. We rest our bones. The worst part is. The memories. Of warmer nights.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Why can't they think of, Something new. I'm tired of hearing, The same old lines, What we need, Is a new design.
Art and words do they combine. pictures drawn to another's words complimentary entwine. Together two angles, A rhythm of matter But can someone's pictures show the flow of another's chatter.
My friends are my joy, My friends are my pain. My friends are my laughter, My friends keep me sane. My friends make me smile, My friends make me cry. When I'm with them I'm never shy.
I don't check my phone & emails For signs of you anymore Unknown caller, withheld number It's not you - Of that I'm sure.
Me and Vicki are as close as can be, It's always 'us' never 'her' or 'me'. A terrible twosome some might say, We do nearly everything in exactly the same way.
In a pond a dream lies. A wishing stone, wrapped in youth, Anchored deeply, out of sight, A promise bound in truth.
To compare you to the reddest rose. Or the shiniest star. Or the whitest snow. Would not be fair. Would not be true. Their beauty pales. To the vision of you. To put your beauty down in words.
In the night. When things are still. And the absence of light. Brings on a chill. There are eyes that watch you. Through the thick black. And ears that listen. When illuminance is lacked.
What's this. I'm lost in your kiss. So many places to go, But this I can't miss. It's like the world's not there, We're so far from there, Caught up together, Our only care.
Constant consonants and various vowels. Used to confuse and twist in your mouth. A relentless write rigorously wrote. Spiralling sentences slipperily spoke. A wondrously winding wave of words.
Wishing days away, on a mountain I watch the sun give birth to the day. Colourful birds fly, decorating the rich amber and red marbled sky.
There's this thing called Facebook I'm not on it all the time But I'm pretty sure it's where you post Silly things that do not rhyme There is also this thing called twitter It works the same...
Sit down and write Make words flow on command You expect some great work.
Hair, bleached, pale Summer, Eyes, a Winter blue, Autumn in your waking scent, And Springtime aura, too.
Happy birthday opuss app In my face you gave a slap Got me creating in a flash Now I have a poetry stash Addictive isn't strong enough Got me writing in the buff Writing here and writing there...
Your cheeks are flushed, We're pressed up close. You're my medicine, I took an over dose. You're hair is messy, Tangled and thick. You're my one love, Making me love sick.
And I think of you too;. Hair dyed blond from the. Bright afternoon sun,. As you walk and talk,. Same old you just. In a different land,. I want to share everything. I see, you see,.
Today a leaf came down to greet me Falling gently on a breeze With intentions of reminding me Of the things I must release. Nature teaches of life's cycles. when to cling and when to fall.
With Opuss. And a hocus pocus,. Magic begins,. Poems of sins,. Love and lust,. Heartbreak and trust,. Limericks and stories,. Beautiful work showcased in all their glories,. Friendships made,.
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