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Emerald DreamDreams of emerald
breathe crimson petalled hope.
From life, emerge Love

Scent of SunflowersA scent of sunflowers dances through my twilight.

I can feel her, this sunflower scent; a loving hand on my cheek.

A kiss; this is all I yearn for from my sunflower scent.

First kiss pressing- lips that taste of - Love.

And then... sigh.

Come back to me my beautiful scent of flowers divine.

You've all but left this place... gone away.

But though you've gone you haven't left me.

The scent of sunflowers dances through my thoughts and dreams.

Never forgotten, a refusal to let go of the memories.

Memories that are my own, the faces of others masked by that long ago scent.

And so I lie here waiting for you.

The Cherries Were BreathtakingA kiss, I melt. It's every dream I wish for.
Your lips; lush, soft and pressed against mine.
Redder than the cherries you love so dearly;
Sweeter than the chocolate that you lace them with.
My breath catches in my chest, I'm pinned to the moment.
Let these seconds last forever and never,
I'm not sure I can bring myself to hope for more.
So we kiss and I'll wonder what sweetness outshines
the sweetest of lips against mine-laced chocolate across cherries.

boats in a stormYou used to drink apple juice because you said it was the sweetest of all the fruits
And that it reflected the green of the triangle in your eye
You wanted to be different, unique. But I never liked your eyes.
The triangle was never symmetrical; equilateral
So it made me nervous, it made me squirm
Because why have something if it isn’t perfect?

And when you drank, I always said that there were sweeter things
You said ‘that is why I have you’
I called you cliché and you just rolled your eyes
Like you always used to. Remember?
Because you didn’t have the strength to fight back
You merely had glowing eyes of s

Nine Miles Down the Boulevard.I.

I once saw you dressed in water.
‘Is it the tears, or is it the rain?’ I asked,
but you made me guess.

II.

You were always afraid of dark days,
bright nights and crying.  ‘They
made me feel like dying’  You’d say,
showing me tears doing suicidal leaps
from your eyelids.

III.

I drove on for miles, nothing short of a cliché runaway
and you sat on the backseat whimpering.  ‘It's raining
outside’        You’d say.

IV.

During the night, I
expected you to be asleep…

You seemed to be crying,
but I didn’

ContradictionI'm hungry
but I won't eat.

I feel best
when I'm sick.

I am cold
but always
too warm.

I sit alone while
being comforted
by my closest friends.

I just want to be loved
more than anything else,
but even when I am
it isn't good enough.

I love the rain.
I hate when it's raining.

Believe What You Want ToEverything happens for a reason.
We all have a purpose.
Free will is a wonderful gift.
When we feel the worst,
He will be there for us.
We don't really die.

All you have to do
is believe and
everything will be
alright. Forever.

If your mom told you that
you were the son of God,
would you believe her?

It Hurts, Please StopI know that this hurts, so feel free to weep.
It was meant to scar, this thing called love
But it all unfolds into a story oft told,
a story as ancient as time.

"I love you," you said, you even meant it.
What you couldn't imagine were the barbs you
set into place. To rend and to bend me to
this story repeatedly told.

"I love you, too." How blind must I have been.
The truths between the slatted scene paint
a picture that none wish to see. The horror of
a story too often turned bitter.

"I think we should just be..." and you know,
you know where this sentence becomes a wrong
for which there is no recompense. Why go on with
a story

Happy TimesDear Happy,
It was really nice to have you this weekend. I forgot what you were really like over the past few weeks, and now that you are gone again, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I know I'll get used to it without you here, but I won't like it. I'm afraid I'll forget how nice you are again. I'm afraid I won't be able to get you back. I want to know you better, so hopefully we can find each other more often.

- Your Love

As ExpectedEverything went
as expected.

(But that is easy to say
when I was expecting
anything and everything)

No yelling.
No meltdowns.
No fist fights.

Tension was just repressed.
Symbolic.

We all shot each other several times.
We shot you too.
Then we shot ourselves.

I shot Alex in the head.
Three times.

The Boy asserted himself tactfully.
He kept you close by
and pinched me
and farted
in my face.

He pecked me down to my place
like any threatened animal would.

I hated being there
and not being there
for and with you.

I hated that
you had to text me
to see how I was doing
while I was sitting next to you
and then we had

Trash ManI watch as you
carve a clear path
of broken hearts
and fucked up heads.

I pick up pieces
that you left behind.
I deal with the shit
you are too weak for.

I'm a veritable trash dump.
A collection bin for the fragments
of the broken. Created
for the good of everyone
but myself.

And as I stitched up
the shreddings you left behind,
I accidentally caught up to you.

I started fixing someone
that you weren't finished breaking.

My Most Dysfunctional OrgansI wake up and rub them to make sure they haven't dried out.
Fortunately they respond with a reassuring
excretion of natural saline solution.

I awkwardly squish my artificial plastic vestments over them.
Their powers partially restored, some excess fluids
run down my cheeks like spring rain.

They deal with debris as it forces entry into their sacred pools.
Silently, they expel these painful intruders
with a solitary tear.

But when I say
"I don't love you"
they irreverently hold back
the human expression of pain.

"I love you,
but I can't have you.

I won't have you."

They refuse to perform
their god-given duty.

LeavingAlong this road I know I leave
My heart behind for all to see.

The things I've known I leave behind
For those I love to one day find.

Cry if need be, let tears descend
Of how things are that they must end.

This is goodbye so remember me well
For what I was before I fell.

go onI'm ok when I wake up
because I can cling to the
illusion of a fresh strart that
opening your eyes after they've
been closed for such a long time
tends to bring.

But the day goes on.

And I slowly realize
why I felt like shit
the day before.

So I sit around and
write little notes
to myself
until I get sick
of my own company.

Then I go to bed,
waiting for tomorrow.

Sleep it offI'm looking forward
to having something
to look forward to.

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Hilights of yellow, pink and of blue.
Notes in the margins, important phrases underlined
No wonder I can't seem to read these things
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My notebook and pen, constant friends.
The drizzling is enjoyable, this north pacific wind.
But I can't think of anything to write about-
I wish I could figure this out.
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But, Seattle is nice. Well, nice enough at least.
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Oceanic AvenueRoaring waves with loving embrace,
Come and take me away.
Find me and take me, I need this to matter.
Wash away these sins.

These avenues, less traveled,
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I'm coming, please wait- you'll never know
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The scene of the obscene you call friend-
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It was meant to scar, this thing called love
But it all unfolds into a story oft told,
a story as ancient as time.

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What you couldn't imagine were the barbs you
set into place. To rend and to bend me to
this story repeatedly told.

"I love you, too." How blind must I have been.
The truths between the slatted scene paint
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ReachableEvery star, I dare to hope.
Are you watching the same?
My hopes lie in that light
though despair seeks to mar.
Still, I but reach out,
stretching into eternity.

Can you see it, my dreams
reaching through time and pain-
through starlit rain, just to
reach out and touch the one
that I can never hope to have.

Did you see it? That shooting light!
A falling star flies tonight.
It's my unreachable obtained desire
to send across the sky this message,
'Reach and be reached, catch and be caught.'

Your stars are waiting...

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Wilting Love

by ~Deizzan, Feb 17, 2009, 1:20:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

On the edge of the precipice I linger,
plucking away at the petals of memories.
Buds I believed would bloom,
blossoms I never received.

“Why do you stand here,” you may ask.
“Surely you must know that there are others.
A kind word akin to sonnet, doting.
These are the tools of your trade.”

“Why choose,” you entreat, “to be alone?”
Because I desire misery and disdain.
“You're wonderful, don't you realize?”
No, but who are you to tell me this?

Know that I am alone because I require
something more than wilting petals.
Understand that I love those who
should never think to love me.

So here I stand, desolate and forsaken-
the edge of love's precipice once again.
These fading petals fall into love,
a plummet I don't yet deserve.

Wilting Loveby ~Deizzan

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

A poem I needed to get out before I could go back to working.

I am looking, and I will find you. The petal that refuses to fall, the flower that never wilts. But what will you think of me? I'm nothing special, never agreed to be at the very least. I've learned the lessons of haphazardly offering up my heart, but I have yet to follow them.

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*AGmeade

Inspired by:
~Bob-Joe-and-Who's the last petal [link]
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~Through-The-DarkDays Oct 30, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

gosh, your poems are beautiful

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!picccolino May 23, 2011

story of my life..supersized drive through love

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~razaugg Feb 17, 2009

sweet. I like it a lot

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~Bob-Joe-and-Who Feb 17, 2009 Student Writer

its really good
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im glad i could help you with inspiration ^^

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~Deizzan Feb 17, 2009

("") (O.O) ("") It's a panda!

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