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SummertimeLace Jul 2015
It was a spark
that started this love

a spark
of a word
of a verse
of a song

The way it felt
rolling off of my tongue
the meaning
and the life
and the feeling of it all

The way it ebbed and flowed
with such grace
and leaped
and twirled
all over the place

a spark
of a word
of a verse
of a song

Poetry's flame
Burns lifelong
SummertimeLace Jun 2015
The xanthe poppy
springs out from the fertile land
God smiles, now happy
SummertimeLace Jun 2015
Dear, Sadistic Spawn of Satan
Your soul is rotten,
And everybody knows it,
accept you.

The stench of your soul,
Perfumes the whole room with toxin.

Your beautiful body,
Rejects your rotten soul,
By thrusting you into a violent madness,
That scorns and uses and bruises,
The innocent souls around,
Poisoning them with your slimy hatred,
Rotten.

In short
You are a *****
SummertimeLace Jun 2015
Oh how lonely I feel
in the presence of mankind

Their eyes only scorn
By every look they give

However they do not give
looks with love

Oh no

But they deliver looks
Form broiling hatred

To me making judgments
Where’er I go

Then woe is me
I’m never lonely

And I’m always living under
Their judgmental eyes

And forever stuck
under the weight of the world
SummertimeLace May 2015
Calling all dreamers,
thinkers,
creators,
originals
and artists
Calling all POETS
Come and unite
in the darkness of life
That is darker than night
Come follow me to
Light up the night
Show others the way
and put up a fight
SummertimeLace May 2015
should i trust you with
my naked soul
can i take of
my mask
so you can see my real face
will you treat me the same
as you do right now
or will you leave me
because it hurts to look


without the cover up
without the fake
where my eyes turn from stars to lake
are you brave enough to look
or will you turn away disgusted and pitiful
because the sight has been shook
the girl you know
not who you think
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