Poetry Blogs (heart)

Pursue the beauty until the ugliness leaves you alone

and let you bloom
like a flower in the stone

[By Ujjal Mandal, India]

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inside of you,

that constant voice

knows you better 

than anyone else.

she’s been there

when no one else was.

she knows she’ll never

steer you wrong.

she’ll direct you forward, 

& retract you 

from uncomfortable situations.

no matter if they say otherwise, 

listen to her.

friends know a side of you,

your lover knows another,

but she knows...

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she'd faded to a cipher

a silhouette on the wall,

I took shelter in dreams

in my sleep I can recall

the girl she used to be

afore time did us part,

the question I pose is;

oh where is her heart?

no love fills her veins

smile a vague smear

harder than me, she

exploits the old fear

that she will leave me

like a thief in the night

my poor spiri...

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He lit mi corazón like wildfire, 

It ignited something within. 

I feel this burning desire, 

Whenever I’m with him. 

Loco con lujuria and now i’m addicted, 

Y yo amo the taste of his skin. 

But we are always restricted thus I’m conflicted, 

Is this actually a grave sin?

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To love deeply is like wearing your heart on the outside of your body
Uncaged
Uncovered
Protect it like you would a baby
Motherd
Protected not smothered
Be gentle oh fragile one's Hearts
Be careful with the heart of another
If broken I fear that this time this Heart may never recover

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looming at me she's smiling

swerving to keep her at bay

I crossed double white lines

after that things went grey

waking in her brawny arms

she whispers words of love

how we were fated to meet

the way we fit hand in glove

concussion raddling my mind

my brain limps in reverse gear

random thoughts flit like fleas

one above all else, naken fear

valeti...

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regrettable my outburst

but this is just how I feel

on the grid-iron of my fire

scorch marks dont heal

bad scrams to your lover

you were always a tart

he'll shortly see through

that hard nutmeg heart

my naive sapphire ring

Christmas gift unzipped

in return a Judas-kiss to

a lone moss-lined crypt

you callous as quartz

pretending to be fond

be...

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