Deviously Poetic Week2

Time for another collection of awesome poems. Let's show some love to these guys with and comments

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The joy of reading a beautiful new poem

Little Lady.Run little lady,
Run;
whilst you can.
Let yourself be young
forever.
Through flowers and trees,
never look back.
Don't think too much;
Speak softly - be porcelain exterior.
Heart a heart made
of silver;
of beauty and of grace.
A mind of belladonna gold -
silent but deadly, rich but pure.
Do not let those
Who seek to destroy you;
Burn you up.

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black tangoSure has been a long time.  
I see you now and saw what was  
now seemingly divided.  
Your intentions obscure, I procure  
wonderment if there are any remnants  
of longing still withheld.  
And I still wonder if you want me.  
False passion maims the words.  
Yet it is the hidden kind that burns  
out the one who hasn't finished.  
Are we not lovers albeit silent?  
Forever staring each other down  
in this black tango which we began.  
Divided by a cold, ghostly wall.  
Our facades humidified  
as intense heat hits the cold.  
 
What deters the hands to reach?  
The eyes to meet? Two lips to four?  
I'm not sure if I'll ever know  
and doubt you would either.  

Neither fair nor darkWorld is neither fair nor dark,
Governing laws which are severely stark,
Not letting individuals to bloom,
Knitting a society with threads of gloom.
Hope people understand the vanity,
How they cloak themselves in sanity,
Burrowing a hole that is just an illusion,
Assuming life is a mixture of five potions.
These five potions that were mentioned,
Your five senses playing roles rooted,
In reality and in illusion,
Eyes closed; seeing becomes mere sensation.

Last.Last.
As my heart did die,
And my soul took flight,
The world did wander by,
Under the cover of night,
And away my hopes did fly,
Towards the morning light,
As my heart did die.
Lawrence Cottam 2015

InsomniaForeshadowing is a feature of hindsight
And survivors are left on the streets
And I think that some storms never leave us
And war makes us forget how to sleep

melting at every touchmy love is sad, but not poisonous.
she’s like tragedy in a play,
or a slow death in a book.
she hurts, but she cannot wound,
           [she hurts] 
but she cannot wound me,
because her fingers are ice and mine are fire,
and she melts at every touch

periphescenceand there are a million other places i could
be dreaming,
but i chose your heart,
and it let me
[and oh, we're dreaming so vividly;
if i breathed, it would surely mean
the end of us]

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Time's EmbraceIf time’s to wrap me up completely,
Hold me in the twilight’s kiss.
May moonbeams steal my breath discreetly,
While I wallow in this bliss.
©A.Marie 4-9-2015

The PrisonIn pursuit of the mirage prize,
the ego leads the way
a selfish trick
on one's own self.
The ego piles brick by brick
a prison in the throes.

Good day to you all