i hear their teeth
gnashing and chomping
screaming horrid songs
deep beneath a swamp
of shattered dreams
and things i'll never be
a set of self fulfilling prophecies
keeping them at bay would be easy
if i wasn't so ******* weak

Life is dull; music bores me.
Dancing is tiring; rhythm can't absorb me.
At least I'm not the only one
who plays these games purely for fun.
Someone held my gun in their hand,
took all the power held within me.
My feet don't control my body
and my mind and soul are disconnected.
I don't feel real, yet I always feel threatened.
This constant cycle is repressive and controlling.

If you pick me, you will forever live in poetry land.
Flowers blooming all the time.
If you pick me, you will always be enlightened with the word.
In the word our life will be sustained.
In all directions, I will protect your heart, mind, and spirit.
Falling into temptation, never making it my intention.
If you pick me, our love will overflow like a river in every season of life.
Breathing life,
Exhaling hope, despite all the chaos in this world.
But before anything,
you must be His favorite one for me.


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She's beautiful, with her smile beaming like the sun.
And her big blue eyes taking me on a journey much farther than the deepest depths of the ocean.
Her porcelain like skin covered in small speck's of brown.
Her hair long and flowing, with the sweetest smell of vanilla.
Her delicate fingers covered in rings of all kinds.
Her voice most unusual, as well as the most beautiful hymn ever heard.
Her beauty could make an army of men halt.
Yet no matter how many time's I tell her of her beauty, she has yet to agree.

"'Mom, I'm tired.."
I said, as I walked slowly towards her
My arms weighing me down
Hanging by my sides, T-shirt no sweater

"Go take a nap sweetheart"
She replied in a sweet, soothing tone
Wish I had said something more
Cause where I'm going, there isn't a phone..

I've withered and got down to my goal
It's a shame more people didn't realize,
No one took it serious enough
I never felt like I was the right size

I couldn't feel anymore neither happiness nor pain
If this is what it took then I'm glad the job is done
I loved you all so much so please forgive me
But I think this nap will be my last one

Write me a love poem
and we will see who has the last laugh -

A kiss with a fist sweetheart
a lovers pun.

Under this pinnacle
Of green leaves
I sit
Waiting for my lover
Who tells me a bunch of sweet
Nothings.
Who wipes away my tears.
This pinnacle
Represents
Our love
Which is full of strength.
Now, I must wait
For my soul mate,
That brings me to life,
Like the sun does to the leaves.

They geared up,
And flew away.
They fought.
They fell.
And they'll be remembered.