Poetry

"I wish I didn't put my girlfriend on fire" By Sam Brown. www.explodingdog.com

Haiku

"Glutton" Please remove this thorn I still feel pain uncontrolled Even though I love	"Complete" All that I desire Evil Righteous Good and Bad I have found in God	"Agony" Growing unheeded To stop it impossible Oh my facial hair
"My life?" Happiness festers Torn from her loving embrace My God I am dead	"Children" Always crying "more" They are never satisfied This is good popcorn	"L'amour" Black and White is seen A shade of Gray, è Rosso Color is within
"Freedom" To love one person I'm wilting like a flower Drowning in your pain	"Hatred" Living past your death To renew pain forgotten Now this is my curse	"My creek" Eddying currents Whisking away all the debris Lost in a torrent
"Eyelids" Always they will kiss Hiding your passion and love Gateway to the soul	"He leaves" Lovingly cared for Always battered and beaten Flutter once again	"Children" It's hard to eat Full of hope and potential A half popped kernel
"Ear Wax" Luciously carmel A never ending movement Created by love

Personal

The night I first saw you,
the moonlight in your hair,
the sheen on your body.
I knew I had to be near you,
to be with you.
Love a burning desire in my heart.
I was reduced to tears,
your power overwhelming me.
and I was lost in a maelstrom
of emotion and senses.
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It's a poetry of sorts, but a poetry of the soul.
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I drank from the bitter cup of love
and savored every second.
From the pounding of my heart
to the agony of seperation.
From the absolute ecstacy of touch, sight, and smell,
to the unknowns and uncertainty of doubt and fear.
Of all these great abd horrible gifts
I've taken scars of pain and joy.
My heart battered and bruised,
my mind in a constant stupor of pain.
Why oh why do we love the way we do?
"Oh God please have pity on me! And send a love"
A love,
that pure and painful thing.
My prayers answered, you were swept into my life
with all the unknowns of nature.
And yet I loved!
I loved with all my soul
but it was a futile attempt for your heart,
for it was already owned by another.
To end this tale of woe and pain
the agony of love can never surpass, the beautiful memory,
of you and me in the rain.
My love, I miss you...

Other people's

It's a circle of thoughts unscrambled in my head
Twirling around like a merry go-round
It's a memory embedded into an unforgotten soul
and has been wiped away
From long ago forgotten stories untold
~Marcie Barrus~

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