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She lost her mind, only to find her heart.
She isn't crazy, she's just different.
She's no longer blind, now she sees everything that's in front of her.
She knows where she's going.
A man once deemed her "weak", only to not realize how powerful she really was.
How unstoppable she's become...how invincible she will be.
Strong enough to pick up the broken pieces, smart enough to know what she deserves and crazy enough to take on the world...with or without anyone by her side.
Never test a broken hearted woman, never underestimate her strength.
suppose you aren't assured of the next meal
upon your head rules the sky
maggots are feeding on your free will
better seems the option to die.

suppose you've none to give company
not a soul to call your own
days seem to crawl with no hurry
nights only make you more alone.

suppose open road is where you stay
sometimes a tree to beat the sun
people are bent on moving away
you've no home for day-end run.

suppose you've nothing called privacy
can't afford the luxury of shame
you relieve yourself for all to see
don't recall if you ever had a name.

suppose you've to scavenge from dustbin
your dignity is trampled like road's dirt
could they all make you feel a poem within
write a line crystalline in your heart?
Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to show thee the estates and isles
Of the heavens
For
Thy name shall I crochets in their capitals
And let the
Unheeded and hidden secrets
Of each one of them in thy palms

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to buy thee the charms of castles
Lying cuddly on the cosmics
For
Thee shall be my god and thy servant shall I become
And perform all thy whims to the very last syllable

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to clad thy soul with garments of the rainbows
For
Thee shall gloss and *****
The sights of crafts
Running on golden asphalt
And make them collide with the pillars of the rays

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to get thee the finest jewelleries
That sparkle better than the figurine of the stars
And on thy finger
Shall I sit the most piety of all diamonds as my theme of love
And make the angels glower with chagrin

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to teach thee how I brew the storms and weathers
For
Your care shall I leave the whips
Of the recalcitrant thunders
And make thee assimilate them with thy counsel

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to lay thee on the hallowed beds I nursed
There
Shall I leak the ***** of my prowess
Into thine ears
And lick thy feet,showing thee the heavens

A Word For A Walk
To You Getrude
So much love❤
©Historian E.Lexano
I dedicate this to Getrude
she is golden
i kiss the line where
shore meets sea,
and pray for the tide
to swallow us
whole

tell me when
my eyelids close
for yours open then -

when sirens sing of
babylon's lovers, all
i can think of is
you.

(A.H.Z)
How dreadful to see
Those that I cannot read.
All over the latest feed.

Not poetry,
Like puppetry.
A repetition of words, numbers, and symbols that aren't clever in the least.
And users with names
In impossible tongues.
Their gibberish reeks!

Line after line,
All the same, it's uncared for.
They write marriage, black magic, and European countries.

It's daily infinity,
Thieving the spaces from more thoughtful writing.
Shall I fight just to see the absense of these;
And say hello only to real poetry.
I decided to write a little rant about the far too common nonsense like "black magic astrooger 91-8239910405 black magic baba in Ajmer Rajasthan" in the latest poetry section.
tide,
waves falling
in the darkness.

loving you until
the stars start to melt
in the sky.

carved
out of the rocks,
water sung and diving,

in currents moving quickly,
sinking wave,
sinking wave.
Once I thought I was enough,
then you destroyed me.

And I found myself crying,
all over again
in my room
trying to catch my breath
but it's hard to calm your soul
when you are broken into pieces.
I shalt bite her bottom lip
Whilst Pulling her closer;
She shalt melteth at her hip's
Smoke coming from her tongue, as if a long term smoker.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley
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