You are the silky gazelle of the esteemed paradise
Blazing radiance on me in a blissful beam;
Your daintiness flabbergasts me, so nice
I pray together we become a team.
The fauna and flora, with you I can’t compare
For wherever I go I see your face, my rose;
My love for you daily-multiplies, indeed not mere
For you are the reason I can take this proud pose.
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Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon,
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LADY of Sorrow! What though laughing blue,
Thy sister, mock men’s anguish, and the sun
Glare like a wrathful judge on many a one
That longs for night his bitter shame to rue,
Yet dost thou grant thy mercy of mist and dew
And cloud and calm ere angry day be done,
Weaving over the vault the weary shun
Thy veil of peace, with pity trembling through.
When all light loves and all brave hues are flown,
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My dearest dear Be’er
That is what I always called you.
Endearing, to say the least
Although you now cease to exist,
my memories of you will never cease
As in my heart, you live forever
But how I do miss you
More than you could ever know
All that I ever wanted was a better life
For us three
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The smell of incense was heavy
And guarded the dingy room well.
Time passed slowly like the stifling breath of Yuletide
They were hiding from — the two lovers of Venice —
A woman with dark, luxuriant hair
And a man with a running nose.
Scent-leaf from Africa
Roasted over the fireplace with a tangible fragrance.
A lone candle burned and crackled,
Its tallow dripping profusely with crusts of romance —
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Love to be found
Never looking time and sound.
My eyes show me roses
As well as thorns.
They bring forth the fields
Yet my conscious refuses
To conspire the rain.
Love to sense to feel to watch
Yet it brought me to heel.
Love so hard to attain the dream
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Fall smoked hard in the breath of
Winter upon the astuteness of 2013.
Grey smog and chartered tricolour petals
Charged upon pulses, white and condensed,
Like the bravura of a possessed singer.
And the looseness of frazzled harmony belched
With the sputum of fired beer.
A belle raced in her Renault 12 to the rail station,
Reeking of hurtled love, for her pet's conveyance
To the grey mercy...
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The fire burning within,
of a once romanticized night.
The machete now lies in my palm.
The glistening of oozing red,
slick as the night’s rain,
Only to wash away,
the sin.
The hour resides, the cold shower,
to cleanse the heart,
and it sits on my shelf.
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There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
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Dear diary, 09/03/2024 ~Lacy~
Today I walked into class.
My hands were shaking and palms sweaty.
I don’t know these people.
what if I do somthing stupid.
what if they hate me.
what if i’m ugly.
I sat down in an empty chair and pulled out my workbook.
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