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in her world now

in her world now she tried to hide her awkwardness and all the other's gawkwardness she tried to glide but only fell she died inside her silent hell her face and hands weren't beautiful like all the other girls at school she never really quite fit in she died inside her silent sin she liked to draw and liked to paint afraid to show others who might taint the worlds she saw upon white and visited them all by night her fingers stained with oils bright colors were her sole delight she made a place inside a wall she hid her worlds away from all she made her music in her heart no one else could be a part she sang inside a blue-made tune in front of the dark's yellow moon her inner would was all she had soon others saw that she was mad but she alone knew the self-made life was the only place she'd be free from strife she disappeared one autumn day when all were on a holiday she went to someplace she had made where a

Ballad of Me

Ballad of Me  With pen  in hand  (I dislike to type.)  sitting, dazed,  I take a swipe. Ink flows  onto  white-lined pad,  methinks aloud,  "'Tis not too bad!"  Rhyming  like  a super bard,  at times,  a poem  can come  hard. Chained,  to a chair,  I sit  and write,  on and on,  through  day  and  night. Coffee  flows,  like the ink, it helps me  focus, thoughts  to think.  Moonlight shines upon the page, nighttime writing  is the rage. Face  is growing  wan  and pallid from lack of sun, so now it's time I end this ballad.  © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Cali4beach via Flickr

Summer Scenes: Summer Falls

Summer Falls Summer sheds his thermal coat Sun retreats from beaming heat Day gets shorter by cool minutes Skin fades from summer tan Mind recalls summer's fun Heart beats to summer past Evening sends his cooler breeze Moon lingers longer than before Stars appear in different places Body bids for more clothes Nose sneezes at ragweed Feet feel the need for socks Tree shakes off browning leaves Harvest slows his ripened gifts School bids the children come Fun changes ways to enjoy Summer season sadly departs Autumn paints fall colors anew © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  Michael Gil via Flickr CC

Word's Ways

         Word's Ways Words are written everyday to share thoughts in every way. Words express hidden passion in many ways, in every fashion.                      * * *  Words are read everyday to reveal thoughts in every way. Words convey specific meaning, to satisfy a reader's gleaning.                      * * *  Words are formed everyday with care to touch in every way. Words to change ways of thinking to buoy the mind, keep from sinking.                      * * *  Words are formed everyday with hope to lift in every way. Words to raise ways of thinking to fill the mind, keep from shrinking.                      * * *  Words are formed everyday to satisfy a hunger every way. Words to sate mind's appetite, to feed mind's sensory delight.                      * * *  Words are formed everyday to create a world in every way. Words to comfort in a storm, to spin a haven, safe and warm.                      * * *  Words are formed everyday t

Take a Walk With Me

Take a Walk With Me Slip your hand in mine and let us follow the path to where it may lead. Nestle close as we meander down the grassy avenue, here and there. Stroke my fingers, softly, as we take in the sights on our joyful journey. Brush your silken skin against my arm, as you pull close, while we walk. Whisper gently the ways you love me, as we stroll in the summer sun. Let your soft voice lull me, as we saunter, slowly beneath the shady trees. Speak tender words to me as we amble through the lush, verdant vale. Say my name, slowly, as we promenade along the stream as it flows, nearby. Pause with me, to reflect on the treasured moments we share on this blessed path. Reminisce with me, about how we met, how we fell into this love in which we glory. Reflect with me, on the pleasures we partake of each moment we are joined, in gladness. Linger with me longer, on this sweet journey we have chosen to spend forever, together. © 20

Love's Bad Rap

Love's Bad Rap You really took me in with your philanthropic urges that merged with your shallow-hearted love surges. You tried to claim me like a secondhand table and you treated our love like a secondhand fable. Your image, made of plastic I took for fantastic. My saddened heart does not stretch like elastic. You turned my sunshine into sullen grey, and burned my love-heart to ashes today. You stunned my soul with your sultry essence,  I mistook your heavenly body for quintessence. You spread your lies and back-stab slander and you left me waiting like a bus top stander. You leave my world broke and battered, all my love words torn and scattered. You let me taste your delicious ambrosia. now I wonder what damn ice has froze ya! © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤    ❤ Image:  Sigfrid Lundberg via flickr CC

Summer Scenes: midsummer love

midsummer love sunset red, tawny skin, cool sea-breeze, loves begin moon-filled skies, starlit nights, symphonic harmonies, soul's delights slow dance close, sparkling eyes, twinkling stars, two hearts' ties velvet kisses, satin skin, splendorous sensations, explored within © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Karen Cox via flickr

a poetic breeze

a poetic breeze Live your life like a poetic breeze, so you can view majestic heights, so you can fly on summer nights, Live your life like a poetic breeze, so you can hover like a downy feather, so you can rise above the weather, Live your life like a poetic breeze, so you can soar through towering trees, so you can float with honeybees, Live your life like a poetic breeze, so you can lift an eagle's open wings, so you can nest where songbirds sing, Live your life like a poetic breeze, so your words are heaven borne, so you can comfort those that mourn, Live your life like a poetic breeze, so your words can paint the sky, so you can answer the question why, Live your life like a poetic breeze, so you can surge above the ocean, so you can sail in perpetual motion, Live your life like a poetic breeze, so you can reach galactic stars, so you can walk on the face of Mars. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Lo

a poem waits

Poetry by Garnier a poem waits a poem starts in different places flows and ebbs with silent traces a poem flows in words and lines thoughts that grow within the mind a poems thoughts create a plane where ideas gather to explain a poem tells of lives that live inside a world that poems give a poem's world is different things of time in space and Saturn's rings a poem's heart is felt by all who hear the poem's words recall a poem opens wide the spirit to all who have the heart to hear it a poem's epic tales are told to those whose souls the words can hold a poem's ballad is recast to those whose souls can hold it fast a poem waits for those with ears to hear the words of age's years © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Remi Jouan (Photo taken by Remi Jouan) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses

Her Cloud

Her Cloud She arrived unexpectedly, on her self made cloud, clothed in her sadness and her hand made shroud She drifted near in silence, like wispy, wafting smoke, first I thought I dreamed her, then maybe just a joke. She shared a smile through her self made mist, suddenly I realized she appeared for a midnight tryst. She stretched her female frame on the cushioned cloud, I gazed at her and thought of something to say aloud. She put her finger to her pink, full lips, "Shhhh" she hissed. I thought to my smiling self, "Oh my, those lips need kissed." She blushed beneath her shroud as my mind she read, I too blushed as her love-filled words soon filled my head. She shared sweet thoughts from her white, floating cloud I listened to her unspoken poems and felt so proud. She bid me to ascend and share her cloud tonight, and she promised to unfold unspoken delights. She made room for me with her eyes all agleam, I

as you sleep

as you sleep Your winsome nature, your rosette cheeks, your silent breathing, I watch, as you sleep. Your soft brown hair, your perfect lips, your bosom rising, I smile, as you sleep. Your angel's face, your downy skin, your dreaming smile, I sigh, as you sleep. Your perfect presence, your moonlit beauty, your maiden essence I melt, as you sleep. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  akshay moon via flickr

find someone to love

find someone to love i searched to find someone to love, and i found her and i loved her with obsessive love but she didn't like me and she never knew how much i loved her, dreamed of her, daydreamed about her, and still dream about her. so I searched for another to love, and I found her and loved her and she decided that my love was wrong, that my love may have been too strong, that i may have wanted to be with her too much, too often and she needed space. so i searched and found a summer love, she wanted summer love while school was out and when the school year started she decided that her books need loving and that i wasn't in her books any longer. so i tried to find another to love, and to be in love to find a heart that needed loving and wanted me to hold, to hold her long and often, so i loved another, but she decided that she wasn't ready to love me now and going steady was not what she needed now, so

weight of sullen sadness

weight of sullen sadness the gripping weight of sullen sadness, pulls like gravity, to the ground heavy feelings fraught with anger grab the soul and keep it bound gnawing numbness throbs unceasing, like infected, scabbed wound painful pleasures taut with danger tease a soul that's been marooned pounding temples hurt, swollen, like a ripe, round melon, bound to burst scattered thinking, thoughts unblinking, feeds the soul's incessant thirst gloating guilt goads heart, imploding, like black hole feeding deep in space emotion's jumble pounds and rumbles, agitates a soul that's stuck in place mocking murmur, memories turgid, like cackling crow's cacophony laughing harpies harangue, relentless, provokes no soul's empathy lumbering limbs, long for action, like the Tin Man, stolid, rusted fast  frozen members, ache for movement, sculpted soul, immobile ghast © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long   Image by: