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In LoveIn Love

The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-

The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-

I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-

Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
IIn Love5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Tree1 year ago in Concrete Poetry

Poems from 2002+2003 old

I am the burden that keeps you awake
I am the fears that sing you to sleep
I am the flowers that lay by your grave
I am the tears you shall no longer weepPoems from 2002+2003 old9 years ago in Free Verse

HorizonBeautiful.
Oranges, yellows ,reds, blues and purples.
People would kill for a view like this,
But the one it cared about, didn't even notice.

'I'll be back soon' 'Maybe tomorrow?'
They were all lies, did you recite them?
You said I was special, he said you lied.
I guess he was right, since that horizon's still there.

Another month's past, and I'm still waiting.
Where are you, Big Brother?
Why did you leave?
Was it because I'm too weak?

Lookit, Big Brother, I'm big and strong now.
Still, why won't you come? You said you'd come soon....
Brother, I'm sad, my eyes are watering,
But I guess you don't care, since that horizon's stilHorizon2 years ago in Free Verse

dead sparrows never s i n g.RED
to the touch, his skin is cold, ice of bluebird song;
johnny doesn't understand why his brother's in the
casket, all he did was love; through the black of
night darkness crushes his veins, weighing down on
the angel, fallen long before his time: brother, brother
if you can hear me. . .i don't hate you for it; after
ten years the gift was finally given
a c c e p t a n c e of a s i b i l i n g
let's spend the dawn in tears

ORANGE
blood flows from abandoned corners of geography, born
from the knifes in every joint; color drains from every
pore and every eyelash and every spadead sparrows never s i n g.5 years ago in Free Verse

Poem about Life4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Forever and EverWalking in the sunshine
Drinking in the rain
Running in a rainbow
Thats forever and ever

My life was like a summer
Turned into spring
Finally its Autumn
And I'm free again

Did you ever know me
Or who I am
No ever bothers, I'm just me again
One day you will miss me
Someday you'll care

But for now I'm no one
Just a one time friend
Someday you will remember
It will break your heart
Gotta be going, moving on,moving on

Gonna find a new place
To sing my song...
No more, dreaming,no more time
Listen to me baby
It just means I'm gone!

So long...so long, goodbye

M.EscamilloForever and Ever2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Two Halves are Better than OneThe feeling of loneliness, the feeling of abandonment
The wide blue sky isn't quite as whole
Maybe it was on purpose, maybe it was an accident
I feel as if something has been split in half, it felt like my soul

Whether it is possible or not, I wish that you were back here
By my side, for a little while
You can't just disappear
I want to see your beautiful smile

Remember the times that we spent together?
Maybe you do, maybe you don't
We promised that things would stay the same forever

Why did you leave?
Why did you go?
Did you think that I was naive?
Were you still trying to maintain that golden glow?

Or was it something else?
Two Halves are Better than One1 year ago in Free Verse

Sweet Baby BluesCity streets, busy Chicago
Side walks. A man, kerb-bound, his frame
Hunched, black leather-skin face hung low,
Cracked-key teeth held to that ol' blues
Harp. Shuddering shoulders, foot-stomp
from worn-out soles. Yellowed fingers,
Nicotine origin, tremble.
Singing for that sweetheart of days
Gone by, weathered eyes rest weary
Lids, as songs of generations
Pour smooth and cool from lips chapped by
dust. That sound of the people, them
Sweet Baby Blues.Sweet Baby Blues7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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The Blue and The Brothered BraveAs a wretch of
The last stitch

You can rhyme my name

But my pain is the game of need
But never the bleed of truth

For I am hell on wheels
Without hell

The force for the course
With a flex

Steering is a bitch
Whose name could be on any license

Plated and skating ice

Scorched and blackened by
A heavy hand
Which
Spills the beans no rice
Could twice reheat

The cold stove of feeling
Was a hidden healing

Fuck all those
Buzzing Bees

For the only wood worth revering
Is held

In the soul bravely bearing

Tree'sThe Blue and The Brothered Brave1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Big fire.Big Fire came
during dry-sand summer.
I still remember
my roots ached and
Lake shrank away
until I could not feel her.
Sky had nothing, either –
blue eyes dry;
the blackflies, heat-dead, gone too.
Parched, we prayed to
Rain Spirit.
I was young, just
ten rings, and this
my first baking heat.
Like my aspen brothers further south,
I trembled.

But rain came one night,
dark, in sating sheets,
and we drank
big, long draughts,
while Sand got thick and wet
and Lake rose up again.
But too greedy then
were we, and forgot
our Southern brothers when
our Sky tried to make Rain stay
in just this foresBig fire.2 years ago in Free Verse

Jane's Ghost8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

The Best of a BrotherI know what many have said
That you are not worth it
With all of your faults
And all you have done.
When you’ve gone with bad crowds
And have gotten in trouble
When all backs began turning
With no intention of mercy
When all hopes of happiness
Would suddenly fade
When trust had diminished
And faith all but left.
But I still stand by you
Because I know well
What my memories say.
You and I grew up
Only three years apart
Our ups and our downs
There were days that we fought
Sibling rivalry rooted
In our actions and words.
Then there were good days
That outnumbered the bad
Playing outside
In all kinds of weather
Visiting your friends
When I The Best of a Brother2 months ago in Free Verse

The Midnight WriterThe Midnight Writer

Well, I got one more line to write,
And I’m bound to keep on writin’,
So, I gotta hurry so I don’t have to hide,
But I’m not gonna let ‘em catch the midnight writer,
‘Cause this is the time when ideas tend to strike most often,
And the midnight writer writes what he wants when he wants,
No matter the time of day, so if I feel like writing about the Allman Brothers,
I will ‘cause that’s how I roll; I know my brain is full of ideas, the amount is abundant
But I also know not to be found out by my mother, father or sister,
So, I write this in the dark and begin to strain my eyes,
‘Cause I don’t want the lights nor the sound of mumbles to wake ‘em
I’ve got one last good pencil and I’m gonna write with all my might,
Write with all that I’ve got and once I hear that door creak,
I’m gonna tuck my notebook underneath my covers,
And cover my head with my blankets anThe Midnight Writer2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

Ballad Of A Broken BandLet it flow baby,
Our music is lazy.
We need to learn another key,
To find someone else in our tree.
We crash and we lose it,
We rock an old blues hit.
We've lost our old music
Our music is through.

When did we lose the touch
I'm sure it meant so much,
Can we really live without it?

The love that we have lost
Seems will be forgot,
For all the spats that we had spit.

Play that song just one more time.
Play those memories
And keep your spirits flying.
The stage is set for one more try.
Play those memories.Ballad Of A Broken Band3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

The Moon Is CallingI try not to drop,
My sadness on you.
But I can't help it,
When I feel so blue.
I need someone to lean on,
So I can catch my breath,
We love each other,
But I don't think we can salvage what's left.
The moon up ahead,
Is calling me closer,
Into eternal night,
I've never thought clearer.

I try not to drop,
My sadness on you.
But I'm sorry I'm not strong,
Can't do what you ask me too.
I try not to say,
What I'm feeling,
But I can't lie,
If you ask how I'm doing.
My peace is gone,
The moon's still calling,
I've always loved you,
But never called you my darling.

It's time for me to,
Lie down and rest.
Times have gotten tThe Moon Is Calling4 years ago in Free Verse

Ten Years Later - September 11TEN YEARS LATER

Remnants of the past still move today

Endless sorrow dashes through the heart

Mastermind of terror and death gone by May

Evil still lingers to tear happiness apart

Many mourn for those who fell to the storm

But fear still lingers through the hearts as one

Empire's brain begins to chaotically transform

Reflecting the memories that will never be gone

The light still shine in the cloudy night

How Mother Mary speaks to let it be

Existing forever the light shines bright

Down to the seed who will rise as a tree

Always remember what happened here

You must never forget the lives lost so dearTen Years Later - September 112 years ago in Concrete Poetry

Lovers duetThere's thunder and lightning
the stars are burning,
There burning so bright
In the night.

it's raining so fierce
the clouds are black,
it's so dark with the light house broken
and it's so cold without you to hold.

if there was one
one and only one promise I could keep,
You better believe it would be
the promise I made
to Love you forever.

the thunder is pounding
punding like artillery fire in the night
And the lighning is like AA fire in the sky
lighting the way to you.

will you flood this heart
with your gasoline
and set it on fire
forever and never let it go.

The stars are burning like your heart
The rain is like yourLovers duet4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Demon of EvilDell:
You are the princess
I am the peasant
with a demon trapped
Inside my body
To protect you
From that demon
I shall never become angry with you

You were locked away in your own castle
Hiding from the country, quietly reigning
Your burned eye was proof
That you have been hurt
Trying to erase the past
That still haunts you to this day

Even if you feel neglected and ashamed
I will be here to heal your wounds magically
And although it seems impossible
I will love you forever and always

You are the princess
I am the peasant
With a demon trapped
Inside my body
To protect you
From that demon
I shall never become angry witDemon of Evil1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics

Beautiful Blue Jay -plz read-3 years ago in Free Verse

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ShadowI put my hands on your shoulders, I let you yell my name
I let you judge me bluntly, and without an ounce of shame
I let you bring my world down, I let you scale the fence
But I always kept the hurt in, and countered my defense
Perhaps you've gone too far on your own?
"We're all just Shakespeares talking to five year olds."
Perhaps I've made you feel too alone?
Simply swallow your pride, we're both going home.

Shimmerin' crimson would fall from my side
More obvious than death by cyanide
Tryin' to figure out just who had lied
Oh god, not again, let us all fall.
Shimmerin' crimson would fall from my lip
Soon taken away by her fingeShadow3 years ago in Free Verse

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