Wrinkles

Wrinkles tell a story

Blue spider veins protruding

A ginger walk

Eyes that are piercing

Wiser, with wisdom

Weak body, quip mind

Survival through the changing tides

Delicate hands

Love that’s morphed, as life evolved

Exemplary Role Model

Resilience to any pain cast upon

A plethora of great memories

Stronger than most

Knowledgeable by way of experience

Lea...

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Also by Outside of Comfort :

Shadow | At that Time | Baby Girl | Little Sisters |

222

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This one was inspired by my mate who, unwittingly, compressed all my thoughts into one short line.

We lived in a small town and the only way out was by bus, the last bus home was at Midnight and the journey to town took a long time, hence the journey became part of the adventure. Then into our teens it was a life line to the city center gigs, clubs etc.

Years later we were speaking about th...

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Also by daz:

THE COSTA COFFEE | Deansgate Bridge | If Cameron came to my house. |

Emotions

At the end of a day without a second’s rest

Exhausted from pressure and all sorts of tests

Normality is something I cannot seem to find

Trudging through the streets nearly blind from

the sunlight giving way, ending the cold wet day

If the people weren’t enough, the night comes along to kill

Even warm in bed death brings its’ chill

 

At the centre of everything we liv...

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WEEKLY WAV 15 OF 230: TOREO

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Poem 15 of 230:  TOREO

I’m a fan of the Spanish way -
    I like their houses and their food;
But there is one thing I must say -
    Their bullfights do upset my mood.

The matadors may be brave folk,
    And the tradition an old one;
But what must also be spoke
    Is - the bulls’ pain before they’re done.

(C) David Franks 2003; from - 

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Risky business

The messaging boy rode his bike hands-free
past the house where the man slew his parents.
Oblivious, the boy was hungry for life.
The man was hungry for death.

It's a risky business having children.
They do dangerous things,
cycling helmet-less along busy roads
both hands and both eyes
on the fascinating phone. 
They do dangerous things
like knifing you
repeatedly.

Those children.
...

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Pre-SocialMedia Times

A moment.

These days it's hard to have one
without feeling the need to share
every one with everyone.

Update it
       Tweet it
               Insta- it
                    'til we bleed.

How does this look?
         Who should we tag?
                 Where should we ping?

We've become factory workers
tasked with packaging our most worthy moments.

Keeping the extreme -
the h...

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Tags: facebook,instagram,social media,twitter

King Only of Fools

Nobody, Likes the Pious

 

 

     Do you think Mr Cameron,

Do you really think you’re above pain?

Do you think Mr Duncan Smith,

Do you believe you’re an isolated case

     Of rage?

Do you see like I,

The Syrian Children

Sleeping between corpses

Of dad and ma,

Do you, in full

Conservative fashion,

Rebuke the cries of war?

 

Are you reall...

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A Jealous Recreation - Denied | SO, ARE YOU BOUGHT? | Mistaken Identity | The World Be Nothing We Own | For My Family | Humility's Loss |

In Memoriam KS

If I had to sum up my father
I would choose this single word: "Care".
No nails undriven, shoelaces untied were ever left,
There was always good food and a table set.

He used to struggle with words himself, 
But his actions sent the message instead:
“As long as you see me around
You have nothing to worry about. 

His soul was hidden like a cool stream,
Seeking its path under fores...

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Also by Cecilia Kovacs:

KS (Emlékére) | Emerge |

Now I know

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You were wrong to underestimate me.
You were wrong to not have any faith in myself and my success.
You were wrong to say the things you've said.
You were wrong to bring me down.

Although, while you were wrong
for everything you've did.
I cannot fully blame you
for my sadness you've caused.
For, I was also in the wrong.

I was wrong to believe
every word that you spoke.
I was wrong to let...

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Tags: beleif,bullying,fail,now i know,sucess,wrong,your words

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it

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your eyes are like swallows dipping

the sun smiles upon your thinking frown

we laugh at the old womans tripping

and move on when we all 'move on' moving

the forward is where moving on to

and we are all putting  behind us

(sigh) moving on forward realising 

the (sigh) challanges ahead

and this is awkward and ... 

 

 

 

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Words without plays | I never sleep when... | Semi tone | in bits |

Sheepless

Sometimes
You have to be
Aware
Of the world 
Which wraps itself
Around you
I don't mean
So much
The womb
Or the tomb
Or even 
The nuts and bolts
I mean 
The bits 
In-between
The pieces 
We're usually
Too busy 
To notice
Because often
They're the little 
Signs 
And symbols
The hidden robots
And secret assassins 
Whi...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

mountains and mole hills | The shove | sink, swim or make do | Waiting in Line | Forever | fragile |

Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876)

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Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876)

Underneath the rat infested streets
dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Enshrouded in their grimy, night-soiled sheets.
- thrown to the devils down below.

Dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Plague pits rampant all around Aldgate.
Thrown to the waiting devils down below -
unmarked graves meant no one knew their fate.

Plague pits rampa...

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Tags: aldgate,aldgate tube station,bubonic plaguie,excavations,london,pantoum,plague pits

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Afraid Of The Dark | Weird Sisters | In The Beginning | funeral days | Blockhead | STILL IN THE WAR, BOYS! - new CD and download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |

Hurt

Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,

Anguish engulfs lost and last,

Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,

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Tags: abstract,change,life,lost,love,surreal

Also by John H.:

Life's Lost Life | Transitions | Voided | Last Life | Life's Lost Sense of Direction | Free Write - Little Souls | Free write #1 |

Tamla Motown

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Before my approach to life grew earnest

I was all ears for Tamla: the sweet sounds

of soul as far removed from its roots

as I am now from The Motor City.

 

In the days when I was thirteen

the change a-coming

was an awkwardness with girls

and a biblical plague of spots,

as I tuned in on a cheap transistor

or played the vinyl

I’d bought from Woolworths.

 

A...

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Also by David Cooke:

Paying the Price | Cities | Bamboo |

HOME.

I’m unsettled while I’m out;
my whiskers twitch. I dare not doubt
some threat awaits my every turn.
So I hasten my return and
get done what I need to do
as quickly as I’m able to.

Washed and fed I then repair to
my lamp-lit and book-strewn chair;
one I built with wood and foam
and made the focus of my home.
Once ensconced I might begin
to think my stock of pleasures thin.

I m...

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Also by Travis Brow:

THE LANES OF STOCKPORT. |

Psychic surgery and me.

What is this inexplicable mystery called ESP?

I know that certain individuals can read my mind, remotely,

like a book; they let me know this telepathically. Recently

I researched 'psychic surgery'; a 'psychic surgeon' reckons

he can rid me of this (in)human trash by doing a 'clearing' for 40 quid;

I didn't want to part with the cash. He too could do this 'remotely.'

 

It's ba...

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Tags: contumaciousness,ESP,psychic surgery. inner private space

Also by Phil Fletcher:

The call of a cuckoo. | There's a gas chamber across the way from me. | 'Charles (Salvador) Bronson' and Me. | Hot and Wet. |

Our Gert She's Not a Drinker

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Our Gert she’s not a drinker

To speak of any more

Just a glass at dinner time

She says that it’s the law.

 

Sometimes she’ll go for days on end

And never touch a drop

Apart from pints of lemonade

All with a lager top.

 

And if she’s doing Weightwatchers

Where booze counts as a “Sin”

She drinks that slim-line tonic

With just a splash of gin...

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Childhood.

I read, in a newspaper, with following black white &  photo 

of children used as slave labourers many years ago, I was

one of them, but I didn’t share the misery described.

I was sat with my little suitcase on a bus that trundled through

a flat landscape, told to sit there until a man called my name.

It was a small farm and the farmer’s wife gave me a thick slice

...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Texas | debris | dictators and others | the loss | equines | stone stallion | the precious |

On one blank piece of paper

I really cared I swear I did I try to relive all of the happiness we were so true. I hope he takes care of everything I couldn’t grasp like the way your hair would flash i know he sees it too. The flowers i never sent are locked away with repent where did I spend my time. Looking back words i hate it the past keeps evading my eraser I wish you could mend my mind. Around this time last year you s...

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Also by iLmm:

Candles | Beautiful Discover |

Our Life is Short

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OUR LIFE IS SHORT

It seems you forgot:
Our life is short.
There is no time to beg or…
Extort for support.
Learn how to live yourself.
Take a book from the shelf 
And…delicately leafing page after page
You will find a wood sage:
People are like books,
With different outlooks.
Some of them are good,
Some of them are bad,
Some of them are just mad,
Some of them are not sassy,
Th...

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Tags: real life

Contracted

Binded by words

letters on paper

I signed my life over

no joy or caper.

Contracted to fight

for all of your rights

rights unapprerciated

"rights of life."

Stability  guaranteed,

sanity gone

money and material

livleyhood wrong.

 

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Raw

There is a rawness to us all we fight and fall just to have it all painting a picture for the world to see not what we are but who we want to be beauty and terror all in one we don't want our flaws to be seen by none we live our lives but most of the time we forget and allow harsh words inside to control how broken we really are only time will tell if it leaves a scar forever searching to please t...

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Also by Harmony Norris:

destroy | Bare |

Poem: True Contentment

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Know God and know peace,
leaning not on your own understanding.
Earthly troubles will never cease -
Use faith to quell the inner longing.

Regardless of your circumstance,
you are empowered to be an overcomer.
Rejoice in the midst of difficulties;
in His Presence, find holy favor.

He has promised to supply our needs!
Things can not fill the hole of one’s heart.
Cleanse your mind wit...

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Tags: breunig,christian poetry,faith,poetry,True Contentment

Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem/Song: Just a Word, Lord | Poem: Teach Me to Pray | Poem: Called To Worship | Poem: Daily Intercession | Poem: Celestial Lodestone | Poem: Between Two Thieves | Poem: Walls Tumbled Down | Poem: A Psalm for the Prisoner | Poem: Beware the Antichrist | Poem: Remembering Pentecost | Poem: Comes the Rain |

We Delight in the Beauty of the Butterfly

but rarely admit
what it has gone through -
the long nights
spent wrapped up
in some rusted bag of past,
days before when
walked on stomach,
mornings fresh fat
on the rug,
wriggling under
some menaced robin head.
We delight in its bijou,
its glass head of colour,
how the little bob to
the flower
gives us safety.
On your shoulder,
it is a good rest,
sweet and sleepy velvet,
and...

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Dabs not dibs

If I could write poetry

by simply placing

lines of

my fingerprints

on a sheet of paper,

how much more easier

and self rewarding

it would be.

And no other way

could be more original.

 

In the meantime-

wheres that fucking

shit pouring

modern day quill?

 

Damn you!

you fucking

ball pointed

let down!

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Also by Solar:

From a tower block window | putting up with | Predator | Automorons disease | In versus out? no contest! | That Narnia feeling | Silent quest | About my first God of love | Opting for Mr. In-between | woeful withdrawal | Mr Sad |

Is this my truth

Is this my truth

The saying goes its the things 
we don't mean to say that
hurt the most
an accident of word play
can ignite the fire of lies
but the water of apology 
can extinguish the fire
of lies

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Dead Flowers

She’s the kind of girl that gathers withered wildflowers, and sticks them in her hair even though their beauty has gone. There is a broken beauty is something such as flowers without life. Their crumpled petals and weak stems remind her of herself, and almost like looking in a shattered mirror the reflection seen is all too familiar. Is it wrong to collect the things that remind us so much of ou...

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Tags: heartbreak,loss,sad

Also by Jen Rose:

Drowning in You | Final Masterpiece |

Thats Love

A feeling unknown surrounds my aching bones,

 

A feeling felt before but on a totally different course,

 

A good, bad, happy, sad, feeling of confusion,

 

An autopsy needed to look at my heart before these feelings stop,

 

All this makes no since and writing it out in inconvenient,

 

As I try to separate words from feeling I end up lost,

 

There are no wor...

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Tags: love

Also by Kassandra Morris:

The Dark | It's not easy | Moonlight | Beauty and the Beast | Thirsty For Love |

SCAN THE MAN!

I had an MRI scan just the other day

They wanted a look at my pelvis

But there's one thing that I have to say

They wouldn't let me wriggle like Elvis.

 

They put me on a moving tray

And fed me into a  tube

Once inside there was no getting away

So snug I thought they'd need lube!

 

I lay there reciting while all around

Came hums and screeches and clicks

You ne...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

LOVE'S CONFUSION | TONY AND DAVE |

Winter Belly Love Poem

 

Ah Winter, you beast!

With your frosticle mornings,

your quiversome evenings,

your sod-it-let’s-whack-on-the-old-central-heating’s,

how I do dread your draughty blue fingers.

I shiver from Autumn to Spring.

Atchoo!

 

However,

my belly?

She loves you,

so much, so munch.

My fill-me-quick,

stick-to-ribs,

multi-carb monster-meal

pudding-envelopin...

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Quiet Compere Tour Dates 2015

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~~The Quiet Compere Tour is 'Supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England'

~~Quiet Compere National Tour 2015 – Confirmed Schedule 

Date    City  Venue

Thursday 5th March  Halifax  Bar Up –
(co-host Spoken Weird)
Address: Princess Street, 5 Union Cross Yard, Halifax, West Yorkshire, HX1 1TS

Friday 27th March  Durham The Old Cinem...

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Tags: Cheltenham,Chesterfield,Durham,Exeter,Halifax,Hull,London,Norwich,Oxford,Ulverston,Worcester

Colourless

Struck blind under a brilliant gold spotlight,

an ivory-coloured justice, cowering, shields her plaintive blue eyes

from the jaundiced, septic yellowing cowardice

bowed above her.

There is no black cap for this white star

as crimson garnet stains now dried ochre from brick-red brown

fade grey as a memory

and the avaricious green capital is quenched by a young rose’s life.

...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Faith | Marsden | Astrolabe |

Boat Poems

Several of my poems (Boat Story 1 and 2, River Story) alongside other poems by members of Write Out Loud, Stockport (John, Linda, Nigel and Meschach) about rivers and boats have appeared on the healthwaterystrust website.

These can be read at http://www.healthywaterwaystrust.org.uk/index.php/about/36-poems
and as be seen from the website looking for additional poems too.

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Also by Andy N:

Boat Story |

Sunny spells on an October day.

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It's good to have sunny spells on an October day
Although the clouds are never far away
Time for that worn out fleece from last year
Time for the beanie hat...
Time to put on some winter fat
Time to sort out the winter linen
Time for Halloween and show some willing
But for the moment savour these sunny spells
And send the sunshine one last fond farewell.

17th October 2014.

 

 

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Tags: nature Autumn

Also by Royston Williams:

A poem simply titled Time and written in 1995. | Autumn, Part 1. | Ground down. |

iMoron

It's the peoples opiate of choice

Mozilla Firefox, Safari, Chrome

Where one cannot hate or love but 'like'

And relationships are just a game

(Level up)

Can't help but think it's a fucking shame

That the greatest library in all the world

Is no more than a church for the sort

Of vacuous arse I took the piss

Out of at school. Well they're winning now.

 

But the inte...

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Lost Hope

I've lost count of all the drinks I've downed.

So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it's taking his place.

But what else can you do when he refuses to face your reality?

My mental state is not secure.

Unrequainted love is a bore.

How can he ignore the pain that he's inflicted?

Fools rush in, so here am I.

I'm so tired of being here, but how can I move on when everyth...

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News from the Eyewear Publishing 20/20 pamphlet series!

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My debut poetry pamphlet is scheduled for publication in February 2015! http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/update-from-eyewear-publishing-2020-pamphlet-series/#more-1397

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Tags: 20/20 pamphlet series,Eyewear Publishing,poetry competitions,poetry pamphlets,poetry publications

Also by Leilanie Stewart:

Writing and working full time | Happy National Poetry Day |

The Wake of Dawning

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Tell to me of true love stirring
Heart cold upon a somewhere stone
Beside the river fast and flowing
Beside the rivers rushes bending
Comes there firefly and sunbeam
Owl and vixen homeward fleeting
Feather and fur that smell of night
Homeward
Into the early nearly light

In the misting hint of sunlight
Hidden beneath a somewhere stone
So close to true loves calling
Near the river fast...

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Also by Gus Jonsson:

So Far Away So Long Ago | One Day Every Day |

Avoidance of Scotch mist

I take a stand against bullshit and bullshitters

of and of those

who pretend for whatever empty headed  reasons of their own

to see what is neither here,there

or for that matter,any fucking where

vis-a-vis the unknown

inclusive of all invisibilities

things with the same credibility as sweet fuck-all

 

Me?

I'm blood,bone and fleshed passenger

here and now,in thi...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Mrs.Blahblah | message for the EVIL | No longer on the ball |

Listen

Listen -

Do not let your eyes glaze over;

There are hidden messages

Behind the chatter.

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Also by Natfastic:

Crap Poem | Buttercup | Fuck It | People Pleaser | Different Styles | Let's Hug It Out | Paintballing | Sleep | Man Handled | Arsonist |

Orange County.

ORANGE COUNTY.

While his hands discovered the matter
of my hair, tangles between,
He closed his eyes and I could see
the focus in his lips, the soft curl,
The cold concentrated precision-
Like sucking on an orange piece.

The sky was peach, the beach bare,
Vibrant horizons each corner that
closed us in and
the dusk hung in time holding it all,
Like my head was held in his hands.

A...

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Also by Charlotte:

Mania |

Waiting for Nancy (VI)

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Laced in strips of a noir film,
Timewarped into the centre
Of 21st Manchester City Centre,
Our 6th adventure began with
A staring confronation
With a hated ex boss
From a job I won’t even put
On my CV
Across St Peters Square
Who I think would have said something
But realised out of that place
I would have likely lamped him,

Then two policeman trying 
To stop a tramp licking cof...

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Waiting for Nancy (V) | Waiting for Nancy (IV) |

BEASTS

BEASTS

 

I know I’ve been the slave of Lust,

It‘s pleasures lifted me on high,

It gave me joys beyond compare,

Denial just the pointless lie.

 

Of Gluttony I had my fill,

Expense accounts first saw to that,

I raped the menus, drank the wine,

And misted mellow chewed the fat.

 

And what of Greed, amassing wealth,

Was that so bad to want for more,

So ...

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AN ODE TO MY GRANDDAD...

AN ODE TO MY GRANDDAD.
When you opened your arm
And held me close that night ,
I didn’t picture calm.
Unfortunately my instinct became right
With a totally red face with tears,
I knelt down beside your casket
Pondering on our beautiful relationship,
It’s hard to hear….
Though I do realize you were
Completely out of this physical basket,
Thy are the cleverest, funniest, and best Granddad
A girl can ever ...

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Also by Manasa Krishnan:

Fantasies of being a teenager |

Difficulty

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You are the one thing that i can't tame

The one person makes me insane

But i simply can't step away...

 

Love is sadly fickle in that way...

Even with how you've changed

I can't stop these feelings even to this day

I wish i could close my eyes and not see you there

With an endless never ending stare

That opens my heart and wrenches my soul

Because when i open my eyes...

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Also by Robert Stanley:

Perception |

Footprints

Cowering in the hills

Distant from your tide

Within your footprint

Camouflaged from your stride

Safety thrives here

Words tell me inside

My head

Cocooned within

these four walls

Im safe here!!

Already thinking

of futuristic chores

With you

"the one"

Saturated in a safety sheet

O.C.D

My life is so neat

Mentally tied up

Again

Hands behind my ...

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Shattered

-The ramblings of another young girl-

written: 10/17/14

 

 I fell hard, fast and all at once.

I believed in this thing called

       "love"

 but now..

after all this pain and misery..

all this hurt and agony I have gone through,

All I can remember about "love" is how much it hurts when it's gone. 

All I remember is how bad I shattered..

  when you took ...

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Aussie

My love, my love,

Coated in thin gold,

Grinning like treasure, rare,

Fanning the flames that burn old.

 

My rapture, my rapture,

Cordial as my heart beats,

Docile like a child of God,

Reaping, our affection breached.

 

My light, my light,

We rebirth from fratured domains,

Like pillars, we balance ourselves,

From a wildfire of etched cranes.

 

Auss...

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Also by Agony Aiane:

This | Forest Maiden[P2] | Forest maiden[P1] | For rest. | Autumn | Moons Dusk | Together | The Faol's Tale of Forsaken Love | In Screaming Rain(Thoughts in the rain) | Contemplation | Piecing of the Broken Heart | Beauty Unseen | Into Sunset |

Walking through life

The hate keeps fueling the fire,

The sadness in my heart continues to grow.

I need a ray of sunshine melting my hate as a hot sun would with snow.

The darkness over comes the light, but will the light ever shine bright enough?

The laughter of people brings jealousy into my heart.

Why can't I have laughter?

Why can't I have love and happiness?

I hear a whisper in my dreams " Th...

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