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You were once
A random etcetera,
Woman I hardly knew;
Best friend I always wished for
Muse I always dreamed of,
You came into focus  
Out of the blur,
Now you are my synonym
And the world is our antonym,
Let's become an onomatopoeic,
Sound of joy,
Two drops dripping upon the waters,
A splash a spray or sprinkle
Whooshes in the breeze,
Fluttering flags of independence,
A sign for all to see,
Two souls united  
Inseparable hearts,
Beating as one
To a tune all our own,
If we inspire before we expire,
Let no one extinguish this fire...
© okpoet
 Mar 2015 Annabel Lee
Ben
love
 Mar 2015 Annabel Lee
Ben
as we play through these
gray underpasses
drinking the night away
on these cold city streets
share your cigarette with me
and we’ll share our love
in my compact’s back seat
kisses mapping paths to
our hearts as we taste
our souls in the salty tears
of our goodbyes
(spoken)
ashes to ashes we danced
under the moon with the
trees to our backs
fall with the leaves as you
fell into my arms
inseparable i loved you more
than i could never know
 Mar 2015 Annabel Lee
Love
I'm the *****,
the quiet girl in the front of the class,
according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****.
I love, and when I do I love to no ends.
But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.
The twisted words claw their way into my head
planting themselves into my thoughts,
growing thorns instead of roses,
but these seeds are special.
You see, these seeds are coming from my own mouth.
These thorns are feeding on the words that slip out of my mouth,
Like a cancer cell that is constantly looking for a new cell to
feed on and take over.
These thorns rip their way down my throat,
spreading through my body
like the black plague,
feeding themselves into my lungs; making it hard for me to breathe.
Poisoning every inch of me
and in a way it is the black plague.
It’s a plague that can’t be seen.
(S.J)
 Mar 2015 Annabel Lee
lost girl
Just don't give up on me
I need a second to breathe
I need you to see
Just how ****** up I can be.

Don't give up on me
I'm trying hard, don't you see?
I'm trying hard to be a better me.
I told you, I just need time to breathe.

You're giving up on me
Forgive me please
I couldn't be
All that you wanted me to be.

(a.d)
My revenge is spelt with a "J"
and it comes from the mouths
of lawyers and judges
and vigilantes who seem to think
that they can spread their so called "Justice"
to the entire world
with nothing but a pocket knife
and determination.

My oppression is spelt with an "F"
and it comes from the mouths
of politicians and protesters
and just about anyone
who will call for "Freedom"
to their family and friends
despite not really knowing
what it is.

My ignorance is spelt with a "B"
and it comes from the mouths
of hedonists and grandparents
and teenagers
who would rather carry artificial bliss
than try to make it
so that they can truly be happy
with the world as it is.

My love is spelt with an "L"
and it comes from the mouths
of everyone
be they doctors or murders
or mothers or children
and it is spelt love
for that it all that it is
and could ever be.
 Mar 2015 Annabel Lee
jordan
Falling in love is dangerous. For when you fall in love, you pay a price. A price so unrealistic that you simply cannot pull out your checkbook and write down "here is my everything, please handle with care, very fragile" and expect it to cover the debt. No. You give your heart and your soul. Your mind is always cluttered with thoughts of them. Your body tingles when you hear their voice. You become addicted and you expect more and more, so you keep paying until one day, there's nothing left. You're completely theirs and your definition of home…begins with their name.

And just thinking about that is terrifyingly beautiful. Something could happen, and all that will be left of you are tears and a cracked voice to match the holes that cover the walls. Now there is no place to call home, you gave them everything. Someday you will be asked the question of what they returned and you'll reply: "they gave enough to make it seem like a lifetime of happiness, and more importantly, that feeling of love…was infinite."

In the end, there would be pain and you knew this, but you still them your all. You are stronger than you think and believe me when I say you will regain your all back.

Falling in love is dangerous, but you cannot stop it, you cannot slow it down, and you cannot escape it. So it's understandable to be scared, but just know it's okay to take that fall…especially for him.
Fire
It isn't just destruction,
It is warmth
It is the sun
It is life

Fire
It gives me drive
It gives me passion
It gives me feelings

Fire
It creates the spark
It creates excitement
It creates jealousy

Fire
It holds me to you
It holds me to people
It holds me to life

Fire
It dies
It turns my face
It ignites for him

Fire
It draws me to him
It forces my hand
Forces my lips

The fire in my heart that burns for you is dying.  It has been doused several times, but refuses to die just yet.  

The fire that burns for him grew too quickly and is now a poison
Ripping me apart
Eating away at my body from the inside, out
It's ruining my relationship with you, with Rose, and with myself

This fire is burning my heart alive.
I can feel it roasting
At least, I think that is the ache I feel in my thoracic cavity

I am miserable.  
But I have no idea how to change that.
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