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 Nov 2015 Alyssa Rose
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A not so great
Home
A sign of
Not being settled
It has history no doubt
Sure it's a place
To lay your head
But it just
Isn't the same
As an actual house.
I am six inches taller than the average American male
In the summer I tan quite well
And with a few extra minutes in front of an ironing board and a mirror
I clean up nicely

So marry me now while I'm still desirable

I am good at cooking in fact I can make a safe assumption I'm better than you
I enjoy cleaning especially vacuuming
oh and I'm great with kids

Please marry me now while you're young enough for those things to still impress you

I will impress your parents
Your friends will ask how serious we are regularly
I will make you blush from the volume of compliments that you receive from me

So please marry me now while those are still things you want
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
http://goo.gl/5x3Tae
If memory should fail me by the morrow , 'twould be a delight upon this romantic heart to share a picture of you and I together
Young lovers on Daytona Beach by the morning light , focused on one another , as strong as the pull of the tide
Reckless , bathed within intimate chemistry , the natural protocol of our endearing passion for one another
Breathless high atop Brasstown Bald mountain , entwined , effervescent , emboldened , enchanted !
Awarded many brilliant sunsets , scenic vistas and precious moments
Prepared for my role within our parallel universe , with you my love , throughout the ages* ..
Copyright November 6 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Don't cry my love
What is wrong?
Is it the heavens above?
Come here let me hold you
So listen to my heartbeat
If you'd only knew
That pain may hurt inside
So let it out
Cry the night 'till the pain subsides
Just don't fill with self doubt
Don't rot within
Don't muffle your shouts
Just don't fly away from me
Everything is fine
Here is a cup of tea
To melt your icy heart away
Please don't die within yourself
The world is only grey
If you open your eyes
And look beyond this Earth
As you smile, the world is coated in dyes
The ashes wash away towards the shore
With sterling tears
Trust me I love you so much more
Because there is nothing wrong
With your hopes with your dreams
So I weave this song
To say
I'm here for you
Through night and day
So hold my hand
As we walk through the damp sand
As we wade through the ocean
And sink into the dark
Our devotion runs deep with motivation
I know someone very dear, who is sad all the time. Please don't be sad, I'm here for you
 Nov 2015 Alyssa Rose
ThePoet
A sadness I had

created for myself

that killed my

heart in the end,

was I never had you

to have lost you

and I can't blame you

for my pretend

©
The mirror is not my friend today
It has pilfered my youth
what little beauty I possessed
now softened or erased
by time the healer
time the thief

Raw moments
brand my face
with unedited lines
like pillow creases
that will never fade
from my skin

My eyes are circled black
lids stone-weighted
by what I cannot
bear to witness
sadness is their color
this day

the mirror is not my friend
it will not lie
somber eye to somber eye
the truth won't be denied
*what we have lost
can never be regained.
This one may need a little explanation.  It's not about vanity.  Everything that happens in our lives, all the hurtful things done to and by us and the **** that just happens, is written with each crow's foot, laugh line, or gray hair.  We wear our stories.   And even the truths we don't want to face can't be denied when we look into our own eyes.
The Red Queen Believes!



~~~
The Red Queen,
in her youth,
believed in as many as
six impossible things
before breakfast
~~~
The Old Poet,
in his embered tinder, yellowing days,
believed in as many as
six possible poems
before breakfast
~~~
Nov. 5, 2015
Brooklyn, NY
7:25 pm
 Nov 2015 Alyssa Rose
DaRk IcE
I hear the battered breathe of the voiceless and the cries of those who roam empty hallways after hours

I see the invisible pain of those who haven't yet learned to speak and the neglect of those who hide in the dark

I feel the loneliness in the one's who claim solitude is just me and the tears behind every smiley face sent

I remember the words typed that were true but then erased and replaced by "I'm great" how everything isn't as black and white as it seems

I know what invisible means to most...cant be seen and it's the invisible that's actually more clear then the visible

Silence is the loudest cry for help...
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