This and ThatI have been writing a lot, although, the theme of poetry that I've been writing has been...erratic to say the least.
But I'm so sure that everything, one way or another will be just fine.
Lots of deep breaths.
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SafeCome down with me and sleep. Let me keep you here, my Dear.Safe
Listen closely; I'll only speak soft words to you. Coddle you close, till I rub you deep into my chest.
Safe from any damage, from nails to cross, I'll take in place. You're safe,
You're safe,
&n
by ~Liso-Aine
My GardenYou're the apple to my eve, forbidden, Adam. I won't bite you, Darling bit of poison on my lips.My Garden
Come kiss me, seal your fate. Oh cunning Serpente,
woe is you, woe is me.
Let me wait and lie on deaf ears, you'll fall. But with arms open, I will hold you close, and not banish you from my garden.
by ~Liso-Aine
Love is a ShameI am lost with no particular direction to guide me,Love is a Shame
I wish only to to rest in the warmth you provide. No Sun could match it, thus I shiver even in this torrid season. I loathe to think that tomorrow wouldn't hold you. That I wouldn't hold you one hundred tomorrows from now. And I am broken with thoughts that shake me; Shake the strong foundation I otherwise have. But you are my heel and I call myself Achilles. I would prove my love for you every moment you would allow.
I am a sad, lonely creature, secretly insane. I hide this sickness so as to not disgust you. Leaving m
by ~Liso-Aine
Rain no TyrannyI mean not to rain tyranny down on you, but only to covet you closely and keep you in reach. Though, how am I to loosen clutches on that which keeps me afloat? My rock in desperate times that supports this weak queen. I am no villain to you, but a mortal lover,Rain no Tyranny
who throws herself at the temple of your worship.
by ~Liso-Aine
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Of YouYou ask me what I'm thinking Of you I say you laugh, move away, look up at the sky What are you thinking? I challenge You laugh Of you You say, Of you.Of You
by ~xXSilver-DarknessXx
on a benchyesterday i sat cross-legged on a bench at nine p.m. it creaked and moaned be- neath me, the worn wood was scratched silent stained with salty water, i thought thought about the names engraved in wrought calligraphy dulled graffitied and my mind flew to Nann and Alex Wilson cobblestone streets rabbit holes i squeezed my lanky arms around me (barely felt it through seven thousand sweaters) and the whispered air of the frigid night cawed at my weak lungs, a crow in my chest but i was sure no NO birds never came out here at night. but then two found mon a bench
by ~silent-sighs
Articles of SurrenderArticles of SurrenderArticles of Surrender
Now exhausted of device steadily has reality grown upon me; an undressed wound borne of high aspiration, that spells an end to enterprise too long engaged. Pensive as I lament my imperfect attempts
to rouse your soul, encourage your assent, and mingle your heart with mine; I surrender. Restless (though remaining in ardor) do I acquiesce to your firm yet gentle preference
for comfortable distance
between acquaintance
and lover
by ~neoHephaestus
bad instinct, bad eyesighti wear cracked lips and dry skin on days like this always slipping upon slimy words and bad eyesight bad words and slimy instinct, blurry even in my twelve percent brain sometimes you touch, touch the words with soft palms and my instinct is masked like my visionbad instinct, bad eyesight
you told me to take these dry eyes off, and find my instinct without their mask so if i should slip upon the eyes you made me leave behind know that i let you take my instinct words sight and my shivering heart, let you lock them in your lips, watch them with your warm brown eyes your cha
by ~silent-sighs
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When it's good, then it's good, its so good till it goes bad,
till you're trying to find the you that you once had,
I have heard myself cry never again,
Broken down in agony, just trying to find a friend.
-Sober, Pink
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laughter is timeless.
imagination has no age.
and dream are forever.
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laughter is timeless.
imagination has no age.
and dream are forever.
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~The Worst thing in the World is Opening your eyes to somthing real morning after morning~
*DREAM*
~A good friend will come bail you out of jail....
But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying ...
, but we had fun! "
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