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Valentines scar..as the days grow past, i still find your message hidden at the bottom of a bottle..
My Valentine..Feels like something is changing,
Is it that I'm learning about you?
Or is it that you're learning about me?
Perhaps its the moon or maybe its the stars.
Whatever it may be,
No-matter how far away i might seem,
And in the dark places you cannot see,
To know your safe,
is heaven to me.
caving in......they seem to gather in the winter fields of my mind,
in the times when it feel like gazing upon hell when its been frozen over..
They appear in the dark, icy skies... slowly circling like dark deformed geists,
every so slightly dipping closer like vultures... as if only to savor the meal to come.
they say that they are here to save me,
drape my world in lust..
they taunt me with chants that are whispers..
oh, how they speak sweet filthy desires!
how they want to drape my world in lust..
such a sweet melody to this already broken and shattered soul..
...my head they fill with thoughts of paradise, my heart they feed with a touch..
the blissful desires...
with a hint of some sort of impending doom...
In exchange... some desire just the left over scraps of my flesh..
some just want the scraps of my broken and fractured soul.
but what they all want in common... complete control.
oh, these whispers,
oh, these taunts,
oh, these demons and their beautifully dark corrupt promises and thou
You!She’s talking to angels, counting the stars
Making a wishes on passing cars.
She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart
Waiting for something to pull her apart.
See her life isnt bad, it came with a silver spoon,
for reasons unknown she's just doom and gloom.
But still i wonder and still i stare,
Because still i love her, yet to me she's despair..
A dance for the brokenShe dances across my thoughts like twisting flames,
I hope she knows how she ignited my soul with just a kiss,
how a simple glance melted what was once frozen over,
how my dreams dance now across the palm of her hand.
and how i cant get the thought of her out of my head.
I never realized how much i hid until you came right in,
broke through my walls..
And taught me how to trust,
GypsyI gave my heart to a gypsy once,
it happened so quick,
Its like it was plucked.
And what i learnt is straight up this,
It hurts too much, and i still wish for her kiss.
And because of this it beats no more,
for a gypsy took and still i wanted to give her more..
Wish away..I threw a wish into well,
Don't ever ask me,
It will be hard for me to tell..
I threw a wish into well,
I looked straight at you as it fell,
Yes I threw my wish into well,
I'd trade my soul for such a wish,
All my change for just a kiss..
I threw a wish into well,
I wasn't looking for any of this,
But after one glance I was under your spell..
Everyday a man drove around,
Without any second thought to why or who cared.
He would wave.. Smile and simply acknowledge the existence of others around him.
One day someone stopped the man and said to him..
"For the last few months I have watched you waving and smiling at complete strangers.. Why??"
....With a shy smile he responded..
"For a long period in my life I was alone"
"I had no-one to tell me everything is going to be OK in my darkest hours.."
"And when I was giving up.. A simple smile changed my life.."
"Now, all I want to do with my life.. Is to somehow save someone else's.."
"Even if... its just with a smile.."
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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