Love
Love is
Love is being
With
You




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Love
Love is
Love is being
Being with
you is what
Love is
Love

A smile for a while
A grin for a time
A laugh, one chuckle
No money for a rhyme-----
D
O
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B
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L
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A poet goes
Hoping to get just one
View---- a poet is born
By the millisecond
A window of
opportune.
Some poets dream
Of Mars
Some the stars, sun and moon.
Some are rich and some are poor-----
Some have houses
Yet no money for a bedroom door
Some poets write with pens
Others write with their teeth,
Other poet's write with pain and excite
Some poets write rapping streets
Some poets write of amor, some write of drug use
Of their future's in store.
Some poets write for fun and play
Some write of their deaths
Some in June and may
Some poet's change their lives
As others write sweet lullaby's
Some poets are me and you
The someone's are somebody's
That someone is you.

a nine line poem with one less sound per
line as the lines just move on down
like counting crows on a hot
wired pole just five more
to go, is this so
easy. not as much
as you might
think it
is

Word by word,
Forming sentences,
Hitting send
Hoping this won't end,
Waiting for a reply,
If I don't get one I might die,
Well...that is a bit of a lie
You get my point,
Checking relentlessly,
Hoping it delivered,
That it was read,
Wanting to see what they said,
Over and over,
The same cycle,
Hoping the person on the other end doesn't throw a curve ball,
Hoping that you won't be so stupid as to fall,
For a stranger,
In a game of conversation navigation.

and as i look back to my past,
all I see are the blurred silhouettes of
 memories
which were never ours

How constant you are,
From the surface of my skin,
To deep within,
Bothering me with your tiny stings,
It does not take long,
To feel and then heal
All in the same day,
Changing all the time
Like every single line,
New words in different orders,
Shifting emotional and physical boarders,
Popping through skin,
Killing my heart from within.

Dear Pain,
Please leave me alone. This was never fun in the first place.
Love,
Pretty Much Everyone

I am lost in the forest
        Of your hair,
You sleep as the dream awakens,
        Darkness turns to light

The sun dawns over you,
               Over me,
   The day gives birth to us.