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 Jun 2015
the blonde poet
Forget French,
Kindness is the language of love.
~  <3  ~
 Jun 2015
Skaidrum
The seven deadly sins of man
have just slaughtered a
mocking bird.

The sound of willow drums
                     & laughter at 1 a.m.

The Lion's sin of Pride
                   "Hail the poet within you."
The Dragon's sin of Wrath
                   "Your words forge death on the page."
The Snake's sin of Envy
                   "The clock counts more words than time does."
The Fox's sin of Greed
                   * "Crave the words as if they disgusted God."
The *Grizzly's sin of Sloth

                     *"Immortality flocks to your pen and paper."

The *Goat's sin of Lust

                     "Dress like a daydream or a nightmare to write with blood."
The Boar's sin of Gluttony
                      "Don't be afraid to **** to suffice your poems."

Oh poets,
for those of you who've figured
it's also a sin
to ****
a
mocking bird.

The secret is in the eighth deadly sin of poetry,
                                  Don't.
              ­                    Tell.
                                   Poets.
                                    What.
                ­                    To.

                                    ­Do.
.
This is for
The Dragon Prince & LycanTheThrope

© Copywrited
 Jun 2015
Summer Jackson
lonely, depressed, and dark
love has left its mark
it's all just one big lie
and it left her there to die
her hearts been torn to shreds
barely attached by a single thread
a sick, dimented place
until she saw your face
your existence changed her world
even though she's just a girl
promising to stay around forever
to play her you would never
then one day you disappeared
and suddenly it was all too clear
the one she needed all along
was always close but far too gone
the perfect person to treat her right
was the beautiful being inside her mind
originally wrote 12-14-14
 Jun 2015
Dark n Beautiful
I once had a lover who was like the Sahara Desert
So cold at night
and hot during the day.
Then one day I thought about
Jack Sprat and his wife

Those two had it rough in their relationship
I had to let my lover go with the wind
Having felt that cold in my face and heat in body
During the day
Only brought on sorrow and disgrace

Time shares is only good
At the time of purchase..
However, nothing last forever….
 Jun 2015
niamh
I made you.
But in all honesty,
You made me
feeling the love for the family in a big way today :)
 Jun 2015
Ariel Baptista
Evergreen and ivory
Turquoise tears bleed ebony
Fuchsia trees bear violet cherries
Blood oranges,
Mushroom clouds and ashberries.
These are the thoughts that grace my mind
As I turn to leave
Garden gnomes and rose scraped knees
Faster now
Faster than before
Kiss me golden,
Less, then more
And tell me who I am.
Coteries and clandestine deals
Soft-sweet midnight chamomile
And indigo aspirations
Somber February celebrations
Anniversaries white and red
Blue and green and white and red
And can you keep a secret?
Black-tea memories always slap me sleepless
And I have never known quite exactly how I feel.
Clementines suspended in yellow lamplight
Cross it out to scarlet rewrite.
Beige mountains and Alaskan hills
Crescent moon and sawdust mills
Silver smiles on a benign boat
Blessed if I'm an allusion to a footnote.
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