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your kiss is so your kiss is so sweet, just like bee's honey you kiss is so bright, you make grey skies sunny your kiss is so soft, like satin or silk your kiss is so soothing, like warm mother's milk your kiss is so tender, from a heart full of care your kiss is so light, I'm floating on air your kiss is so stirring, I can hardly sit still your kiss is so female, all laces and frill your kiss is so soulful, from deep down inside, your kiss is open, nothing to hide your kiss is so luscious, like a strawberry sundae your kiss is so great, you make every day Fun Day your kiss is so fiery, my heart's all aflame your kiss is so different, never the same © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Kyrre Gjerstad via Flickr creativecommons

wet land the plinking, pinging of rain at night redounds the silence of memory's sight the liquid essence of cloud's release mirrors man's tears with no surcease the dripping, plopping in pools of rain gather together like puddles of pain moisture gathers in morning mist the fog of sadness's forlorn kiss dew rests softly in the morning sun brings no relief from midnight's run as water flows toward the sea a river of tears flow from me © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long

your little life  words you've written on the page explain the deeds you did today descriptions of the life you lead how you love, how you bleed verbs and nouns now crowd the lines pointing to the life's warning signs of where to go and what to do you do the things that make you you phrases phrased reflect your mind show the inner heart defined emotions spilled in little pools joy and tears for friends and fools adjectives that make their mark in the light and in the dark mirror what you wish you had taking all the good with bad  ten thousand words may fill your book with poetic license that you took to make your little life look big will any other give a fig? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ If you like this poem, try this one:  inhale deep !

Inhale Deep Wretched waste of days and years, release the phantoms of your fears. Embrace the moment of your birth, live each second's fullest girth. Odious loss of countless hours, reject the pull of worry's powers. Endeavor to each minute strain, squeeze the essence from each grain. Putrid stench of anger's flail, release the tension of it's fail. Embody youthful joy in living, celebrate each gift life's giving. Guard against the loss of hope, pray for all the strength to cope. Stand firm in the face of death, inhale deep each eternal breath. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ♡ ♡ ♡

Glass Heart Heat of love, like burning fire, sand and grit, searing ire. Constant collision of emotions, strong, emits smoke and ash, right and wrong. Feelings unfiltered, smooth the surface, life and love's clash at cross-purpose. Love and hate, anger and joy co-exist as frictions deploy. Molten love like silica molded, yields glass, liquid enfolded. Hearts heat and cool, turn to glass. Shimmering surface, shining mass. Glass heart can suddenly shatter, glistening shards sliver and scatter. As love cools, heart's shell hardens, smoldering ardor fills love's gardens. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤

another day And yet, another day, falls. As a leaf drops from a branch of a tree, the day falls from the tree, called, life. The day  is no longer green, but brown. All life, taken. The day is spent, no longer free, to enjoy, shining sunlight, beautiful birds, whistling wind, renewing rain. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

crestfallen upheaval And the doleful lament slowly fills silence, breaking it into small portions of grief. And the sorrowful souls that gather in gloom repine over their unworthy souls. And their wretched, woebegone lives stretch tautly in night. And the mournful melancholies pray a despondent dirge. And the dolorous, sentient beings yearn in woeful innocence for the distant dawn. And a clarion trumpet blast deafens their darkness, and brilliant, solar spectra blind their morose existence, and the potent sunlight shatters their chasm of doom, and ultra-violet hues claim the inherited humans, in glorious light. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long

chaotic word And every chaotic word that splits the soul, opens a chasm with abyssal depth. And the word rebounds with abysmal ferocity. And the silence broken by the word, echoes round like a thundering, bison herd. And the echo's felt with colossal ire that rages long, like a funeral pyre. And the fire that's set by the word, blazes and subsumes  a forest of souls. And every soul aflame, through pain, causes rifts which split the celestial plane. And every rift is gaping wide, and reflects the chasm that is ruptured deep. And every word that reverberates down, has created a soul that is doomed to weep. And every tear these souls exude, fills the eternal abyss and drowns every chaotic word. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long Image by:  "Ancient eter" by Oliver C.Mallorca Creative Commons via Wikimedia Commons

heart Power The beauteous innocence of a life unspoiled; a loving family shelter with peace unroiled. Smiling laughter fills each luminous face. Protected splendor yields personal grace. The shattered wound of childhood lost. Broken homes carry enormous cost. The streaming sadness of flowing tears, leaves scattered lives, forgotten years. A heart that nurtures a growing seed, can save a life that's become a weed. Caring words build a beautiful life, hurtful ones lead to generations of strife Use your power to shield and heal. Construct a haven in the commonweal. Break the endless chain of fear. Salve the wounds; dry the tears. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  pogurì via Flickr Creative Commons

Point State Park, Pittsburgh, PA Autumn demands Summer's heat  turns to  Autumn's chill. Summer's fun  turns to  Autumn's thrill. Autumn's  color panoply  on every hill. Autumn demands  hue changes. Summer's colors, Autumn rearranges. Green to yellow,  orange,  gold or red, Rainbow's colors  deftly spread. Autumn's breeze  chills the Night. Summer's warmth's  taken flight. Swirling leaves,  twirling,  fall. Brown,  then gather,  then,  a stormy squall. Autumn demands. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image :  "Point State Park in Fall" by John ~ Creative Commons via Wikimedia Commons

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  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

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: ...

edge of reality reaching  for the apex of life,  gnarled hands grasp  at the edge of reality.  fingernails tear  at the ragged rim.  furrowed ruts marked by digits  of former seekers  are clear, some deep.  many realize  that life's summit  is reached  at great cost.  reached,  not by many  but sought by all.  at the edge  of reality  varied journeyers  loiter,  gazing upward.  the light of reality  peers  downward;  the pilgrims  shield their eyes,  fearfully. the apex of life remains at the edge of reality. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image By:  via http://commons.wikimedia.org/

old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted:  By SDRandCo via morguefile.com

Sadness Over You Sadness rolls over you, body buoyed by the heavy saltwater, that flows from your eyes. The waves lull you in silence. Ebb and flow pulls you, in and out along the surf and when you land on the sand, the sea foam rises and warms your sadness, and you wipe your eyes. Sadness closes over you, like a constant fog that fills your head and covers you like a blanket that tucks you in and holds you fast to your bed. Heavy fog lingers and refuses to dissipate, as you lie there, sleepless, and the sandman clogs your eyes with his mocking sand. Sadness surrounds you like the darkness of a moonless, cloudy night. You stumble over roots and gopher holes in the blackness. Clouds hover and you seek the stars but you only peer further into the black night. Hoped for dawn does not come, as you walk, directionless and sigh, and your eyes never adjust to the darkness. Sadness fills you like a lukewarm drink, neither hot nor cold and the taste of it has long gone. The liquid neith...

the breeze i am alone. i feel the breeze. after the humid heat of the summer's day,  the cool evening breeze sends me bodily relief, yet, carries an unsettling sense of melancholy. the sun's bright, burning, daytime blaze must always give way to the cool darkness of night, where aloneness weighs heavier on one's silent soul. the weight of the day doubles and trebles with each passing hour, with each star that appears in the sky, with each moonbeam that catches my eye. i see the distant orbs and am reminded of the vast universe. i am small. the tiny specks that are stars sparkle and wink, yet, i am not amused. words sometimes bring comfort but tonight's breeze reminds me that relief is fleeting, for tomorrow's summer sun will give way to yet another summer night. i accept the breeze's soothing consolation from the day's warmth but find no solace in my solitary, summer musings. i feel the breeze. i am alone.  © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Imag...

Mind Sounds Swirling thoughts, spinning round, pulsing music, colliding sound. Machine hums echoes rebound, ideas circle, images abound. Mental motion, think aloud, decibels rise, raucous crowd. Clanging cymbals, metal sound, brain's function, notions wound. Figures focus, cranial collage, whirring, scraping, mirage barrage. Symphonic measure, cacophonous beat, concept cluster, attitude retreat. Sounds, thoughts, reverberate round, images, noise, headward bound. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image :  http://www.freeimageslive.com/galleries/backdrops/abstract/pics/abstractcarnationnegative.jpg

can i? can i? can i tell you? how can i tell you how i feel about you? how can you tell how i feel about you? can you tell me how i feel about you? i feel i love you. how can you feel how i feel about you? can you tell how i feel about you? how can i feel about you? can you tell how i feel about you? can you tell? can you? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Marina Montoya