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I wish there were more hours in the day so I could frolic and play, If I may say I hope you all feel the same way, stop and smell the flowers I pray!....If you care to talk poetry or would like more in-depth reviews from me on your works, then feel free to contact me via email nicole71988@yahoo.com!
Through the morbid moors,
To locked oakwood cellar doors,
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She's claimed to have sprung from the sea's foam,
However Homer truly believes,
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Bellies filled with the rich ripe wine,
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This sick swarm of blind buzzing bees,
Piercing cold as the stormy seas,
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A collision astronomically.
This great hurtling Red Giant star,
Leaves a severe solar sytstem scar.
Foreshadowing future, what’s to come,
What will become of mother Earth’s sun?
This absorbing ball of dying fire,
Fading as is my one true desire.
Its terror tormenting me to see,
As a realist scientifically.
Future generations left to die,
Destined for this galactic demise.
In the hollow hands of time and space,
For the human race there’s no escape.
Planets devoured, taking its toll.
Consumed once more into a black hole!
-ANH-
Hidden within satin sheets,
A burn hole at the cut crease,
Reminder of what I reap.
No numbing notes nearly name,
The truth behind this guilt game,
This masquerade ball of pain,
Yet I’m the one who’s insane?
How does one remove the veil,
Covered with this darkened sail,
To ease the torture and ail,
Cure me of my worst wild wail?
All it takes is one small glance,
Slight strength with a sturdy stance,
Sends my heart into a prance,
To gallop to our own dance.
Take my hand into this waltz,
Worry not of all your faults,
Hearts enjoy smooth somersaults,
Yet our minds cause these halts.
With heart at mind, mind at heart,
Calloused hands and worlds apart,
Lips together sweet and tart,
Letting go so love can start!
-ANH-
Makes me wise beyond my years.
Ire injecting, I'm infecting,
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Angel of my heavenly Hell,
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The prism of my aneurysm.
Misconceptions of these perceptions,
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My brazen burdens bursting bare,
Seeds planted in fermented soil,
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