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Life becomes a vortex,. A storm of fog and smoke,. An anime enchantress,. Who paints life just like a joke,. A flashing sea of colours,. A cold shiver up the spine,. A mango manga tear of ice,.
I seem to spend my life trying to please I'm a giver not a taker,a compulsive tease Strange sense of humour,nothing's off limits Never go an hour without a few mad minutes But dig a little deeper...
You. Make my. Torn and faded heart. Complete again,. Repair the rend,. It grows. Stronger with. Every beat,. And for the first time. In memory. I want to turn. An 'I' into. A 'we.'. Your. Heart was.
I want you to know one thing.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Grains of corals And rock adrift, As seasons change In raging waves. Memories flow Tunefully with The gushing stream; Sharp yet agitating, Barely consoling, Rousing the weary soul.
#youngwritersemotion Hold my fragile heart, unbroken still by lust. Untainted by desire, I leave it in your trust. Hold my tiny hand, resting on your bossom.
#youngwritershousehold The rug sits there, Plain to see, My grandma wove it, Just for me. She wove it, With love and care, And the day before she died, She placed it there.
I'm feeling rather odd today, It's only opuss that I want to stay. Can't seem to tear my eyes from your words, Read stories of murder, and poems of birds.
If you've never lived, you cannot die. No hello then there's no need for goodbye. If you hold nothing tight, it's no task to let go, And if you have none, then your feelings will never show.
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Must I be within your grasp For your touch to comprehend The unspoken lyrics of my heart.
I've had a sore throat recently. But I've ignored it greatly. Now I'm sick. So I shall post for you Brits. After reading households,. And posting poems a week old,. New poems shall emerge.
A little after thought from my "Venezuela" post ;-). Everybody's on the hustle for more. From the rich men to the extremely poor. While I'm haggling over a measly score.
Flame-spiked tears prickle my eyes as I watch your lips make the shape "goodbye." I hold you one last time as I fight not to cry, but whatever I do I know this leaving is for good. Why try...
#household. There she sits, my Lady Grey. I wonder what she sees today. Stone eyed voyeurs, lust, intrude. The price you pay as a sculptor's nude. In essence you are very old.
#nature I've lost my muse, I would use the Ocean, But she's too blue. Would drown me with her emotions. I would use the Fire, But she burns to bright. Would set my paper a light.
It's funny How long A second Can seem, Yet the next is quickly gone. They can Drag by At a Slow pace, Then suddenly the minute is done.
It's like a spider, that clambers down your spine, Or a serpent, slithering down a vine. Whatever it is, it's definitely foreboding, Because it destroys all of your feelings that are outgoing.
Hell is other people.
Here's another riddle in poetic form, I made this one myself :-) Ready, here it is: Attractive forces imploring me, With every fibre of my being.
Her hair was bright, His hair was dull, His lips were thin, Her lips were full. Her cheekbones. Sharp, His cheekbones. Gaunt, Her eyes would smile, His eyes would haunt.
It leapt My heart On the floor it crept Right towards you Just looking at you Caused my heart To act this way Made me feel the same They tease me I shouldn't like you But I do And you don't know me...
This will be the last time you kiss these lips Or ever be between my gyrating hips This will be my last goodbye No tears for you I'll ever cry It took me a very long while To realise, because of...