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She was night,
in all her charms.
I was a dream,
embraced by immortality's arms.
Ours was a love making,
long and unabashed,
in total abandon.
We forgot who we were,
freed from all limitations,
the play continued, how long,
we have no recollection, whatsoever.
Time lost all meaning,
the stars showered like jewels,
when the night had ******.
The dream took a life,
got painted in reality's *****.
Reality and dream
were like an oyster and its pearl;
**ecstasy was our name
for the rest of
timeless time.
Timeless resilience
sculpted in opposition
defies submission.
What effects affected the mind?
Effects sure confused the affected.
8% Remaining, Poets Dilemma
Just Breathe
When Snow Falls, Laughter Cries
Words Reveal ~ Words Shade

Cruel Irony, Sweet Awakening
Utopia
New and Improved, First Born
My Son My Stars, Princess Perfect

Elegy for American Road Cycling
Spooncycle
Dreams, Forever Home
Companionship, Magic Moon

To the Woman, To the S.O.B.
Ineffable
Ephemeral Perfection, Momentary Perfection
The Effect, Hello, Hello Poetry
I was thinking of the saying, the title tales everything you need to know. Theses are some of my poem's titles. I put them together in a way that makes poetic sense to me. If you read this, I hope you took some meaning from this other than self-promotion. Haha
They say the problem is me
Hidden under lock and key
Secure from the world,
Safe from the pain.
But the chains on my heart choke the life out of my soul
Leaving my lungs gasping for something more
Something worth saying
Something with some meaning.
But alas the silence remains.
A broken girl behind a crooked smile
A sincere laugh, but only for a moment.
Claiming not to care
Yet a question whispers through the air of each night spent alone.
How can they tell me to let people in,
When there's no one around to see that the door's been left wide open?
Randomly broke down and it resulted in this.
Those moments when you feel like you have no one who really knows you, or even cares to try. Although the thoughts are irrational, sometimes they're just strong enough to become real, at least for awhile.
Creepers, snaking in a frenzy
go up on the red  brick wall,
crowded and so full,
an organization, amazing
of its own, how thrilling
to watch them create
the rhythm of life!
Its a weave, so thick
braided together
in so many ways,
my eyes, like honey drunk bees,
refuse to come back,
the flowers, the whole lot
are charming and with full of nectar.
What a fragrance,it spreads,
never experienced this before,
I get a feeling of hovering high
in the air,
**these creepers have a secret code,
to transport me to another world,
up one goes on the wings of that fragrance,
never wants to come back.
whatever gets you through your days,
do it.

if it's that late night walk with your pack of cigarettes that you bummed off a drunken homeless man,
do it.

if it's that blade you've thrown away numerous times but always find yourself digging through that bathroom trash to retrieve the comfort it once gave you,
do it.

if it's that alcohol that you stole after waiting for hours for your parents to finally go to sleep,
do it.

and do it until you can't do it anymore.
do it until it fixes you.
or do it until you realize there are better ways.

but if it helps you,
**do it.
Waiting
alone in the dark
wondering what
has made me start
was it the wind
or was it the sin
which has etched
my sunken heart

Wanting
to have you near
silent whispers
to my dear
but that cannot be
you have gone
joyful memories
our favourite song

Wishing
to meet again
seemed so foolish
to me then
now I see
differently
your no longer
next to me

Willing
to travel back in time
to take back
all the crying
rip from you
that fiendish beast
that ate you completely
piece by piece

Watching
you slowly fade
will stay with me
till my last day
maybe that's why I start
that's the sin
that etches my heart
I always thought I was special
Guess I'll guess again
Mist of love,
Fills the forest sky,
Created only by God above;
And the morning is drawing nigh.

Swiftly the world awakes,
And the mist is fading away,
Mist stops filling the air around the far off lake;
And before we know it shortly, also fades like mist the day.

*~Marian~
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