No Restrictions - Hello Poetry

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

One is one all a lone
One for another
or is that two

Now it is you and me
hung together by a things we call love
beating the change in our dreams
of what was one.

If you like to here more of this E-Mail me, but remember does mean **** to a ****.
Paul *** hear even sub note.

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

I did want to say.

I did want to say I love you
But hello Poetry I do
Thank you all for your comments

And a very Merry Christmas from me to you

*** Paul :-)

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Where was I.

Where was I
                   Before this was
                                          Where was I
                                                             on the times before
Where I was
                   when we had dreams
                                                    Just because
                                                                                Where the **** was I

Poem of steps
Oph! there I go again.

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Hold my hand.

Hold my hand for tonight
I feel fear
and the day
has not yet began
hold me tight
hold me dear.

Keep me woman
from walking to the light when I smell you near
I know i am aright
keep me warm
long into night.

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Surreal Man.

Tonight
I can not be sad
Even with all I have seen
                                                                  It was a pleasure then
                                                                         as we drift down onto the grass
JUst you and me
                            but my paranoid mind asked                   what was it you have seen
What are you to me                                                                           dreams of me.

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Pride and Passion.

I remember the night
I meet you.

You where my pride and passion.

We met on
the seafront at scarbrough.
the sky was blue
you said that my eye's
shone like pearl's.

You where my pride and passion
on that night.

Dec 2013

Eva Encarnacion

The Trouble Is This Isn't The First Time (Day 27)

Hoping to pick up right before it went bad
You stick around like a hanging chad
But either way that I decide
I come out being the bad guy
Holding grudges is a petty thing
But constant let down also stings
I want to trust you and let you in
But we always seem to start the cycle again
I forgive and you forget
But slowly my days turn to regret
Because I know I was not the one that was wrong
I just got tired of being so **** strong
Old problems begin to resurface
And you seem like you could really care less
Because they are in the past
And you see no reason for my feelings of animosity to last
But they do
How I feel I want transferred to you
Because you’ve hurt me deep
And dug yourself into a hole with walls so steep
That thinking about it fills me with doubt
Because I don’t know if you can ever get out
And I’m sure as hell not gonna be the one to kneel
So you can use me and guilt me with your ******* spiel
So you better straighten the **** up
Because this is the last time I'm dealing with your misconduct

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Above my head.

Up above my head
there is a place
that exist
and it's just there
Up Above My Head.

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Woman. :-)

Kissing you
is just like licking a doughnut
can not be done
without licking your lips!

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

IF my Name.

IF                                      MY                                 Name
                                                                                           was  then   JOHN
                                                             THEN         I          Guess

                                                                                 I
                                                                             would not be
                                                                         CALLED       PAUL:-˘

Dec 2013

Darbi Alise Howe

Know Your Bones

Know your bones
 What they crave  and ache for
 What they will not break for 
Know your bones
 They are your home 
Wherever you find yourself 
Know your bones 
Not the shell of another’s
 Even if it seems a relief 
You are then a thief 
Who forgot your bones 
While they still were your own.

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

When I smoke the ****.

Time does not bother me no more
and love is what it is
seams to me on a distant shore
time has just become
What it should be
But life can pass you by
Life seams as if in backwards
seams as it has stopped
but there is still movement
on my shore
maybe love exists

When I smoke the **** then maybe I am not sure.

Could be called Mary Jane. :-)

Dec 2013

Paul Hardwick

Do you?

'Do you have day's like those
what was is just because it was
and what was
is just because it was
and the day never pans out clear.