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Another Fallen AngelI live off of you. You're my poetry. My whole heart. I am the love and hate Of everyone who knows you. The desire to help you And to let you go.Another Fallen Angel
I am stuck between Wanting to care
And caring way too much. I once believe in you. But,
Now, You are too far gone. Im your fallen angel. My duty to save you From yourself Has failed. Completely. Oh! But I did what I could. I loved you! I died over and over again Just to keep you alive. But now you're gone. With no where to hide. I was once your shelt
by ~YourAveragePoe
A Fifteenth Century DreamHold on to me,A Fifteenth Century Dream
My dear. My precious perfume on a cloudy day. I call to you. Scream your name into the nothingness Which consumes my world When you are not near. I press my lips to your photograph. (Can you feel me?) Your presence surrounds me. It is not enough though. I am selfish to the 10th degree. Forgive me. I am a sinner and I lust for you. I wish you could feel my insides. The very beat of my heart. Oh! How I love to feel yours. To have both organs Pumping with the same passionate affetion. I beg of you! Give me this
by ~YourAveragePoe
Those Damn DandelionsIt was a typical bar night. Just like you see on tv. Only a few things left to do Until we head home. And then he walked in. He held his head high With as much confidence as can be. He smiled at me And I knew he had captured my heart. He asked if we were closed. I lied. "No." I had to tell him so. He was making my heart jump out of my chest. I told the others to leave. "I'll finish up." I smiled at him With those butterflies swarming in my stomach 'Its been way too long since I last felt like this.' We both sat at the bar. HThose Damn Dandelions
by ~YourAveragePoe
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Love and Life...We danced that day, Death and I… To the crescendo of existence under the steady Fall of raindrops. Drip drop Drip. Like the clock that counted off our lives. Tick tock Tick. The fading moon - our candle - with the hours marked in wax And wane.Love and Life...
Thunder struck like a Grandfather. Dong. Dong. Dong. playing out it's own slow song
of woe. Moving and shaking sopping soil. Tremors like an earthquake from that bassi
by ~silvercoldfire
MirrorYou wildly thrash in shrieking despair; with tear-clouded eyes, you rip out your hair.Mirror
You can break me, smash me--it’s true; You prove but one thing: I already broke you.
by ~GlassGuitar
Caustic KissesDarker than I ever thought, this isn’t the end it never will beCaustic Kisses
I think these thoughts so objectively so distant like I never again will be me
do I just lack courage or am I really afraid of never waking up again
it’s been worse than this, I swear it’s been worse than this
but I know I just never
used to give out caustic kisses
burning a hole in you and showing you what I’ve really become
what have I become?
I need better reason but I don’t think I’ve ever hated m
by ~Potential-Poets
Inspiration: The Last EpiphanyI write the score of measured lines that break me when I fall and land safe upon the ashes of all the dreams I've torched. Then, a dawning realization that the ashes form the pyre on which to set the body of my work. Fallen limbs add the means with which to fuel the fireInspiration: The Last Epiphany
deep in the cavern of my chest and
the smoke that arises carries visions to the apex of my mind. Visions form like embers and die out shortly after as they strike out on the paper on my desk. Soon the fire's dying and I'm losing inspiration from the trying and the trying and the failin
by ~silvercoldfire
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That cause they are to good
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Now I stand before them,
Not phased by the words they have spoken.
I am the warrior with the wooden sword.
Yet still I am not broken.
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