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but i'll walk
on your bad side

downpours heavy
i am all too eager
to follow you
through waterfalls
and uncertainty

comfort is another
word for lifeless
and you are all
too full of vigor

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he starts to unzip my jeans
calls me baby
but the word is foreign
like he's never called anyone baby
but enjoyed the thought

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the pages are as worn
as my lungs
choked from smoke
and dreams of survival
long past

i never intended on lasting this long

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In the air is invisible,
In Terra ferma invincible.
Fast as spark of Light
It is in the sky.
The white soul is bright
lives in paradise,
It seeks the white Light
For eternal Life.
I follow the Light
For eternal paradise.



PRIZE

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He as an angel with deadly powers
to keep me awake at all hours
indulging in his fantasy
his wicked desire all I see
so many restful nights I miss
depraved dark lullabies in his kiss




🖼️Pinterest

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My heart is moody today.
I took a paintbrush and painted something different and new.
My mind is today.
Thinking of the ocean, the passing full moon and pictures of you.



A bit of amateur painting at Cork and Canvas tonight.

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If you worked hard,
Your be a louder!
If you worked nice,
Your will be uprise!

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Verse published in Stinkwaves Magazine. The magazines are timeless, filled with poetry, stories and artwork. Find on Amazon. Lovely illustration as credited.

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Good Friday eve! I’m here, here, here. I’ve gotta write, write, write!



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Wednesday

CHECK MATE!

(Additional challenge
End the poem with "check mate")



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Love knows no limits,
Love can change a lot things,
Love comes to us,
When no one is waiting for.
We're looking for new bouquets,
We give toys and flowers,
We're waiting for a great answer,
Words, you love me too!

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I throw wishes into the night and wait for the stars to catch them. 





-Christy Ann Martine

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A mythic creature of the land
A vision of ancient power
One look in his feral eyes
You were his to devour
Sage wisdom I failed to heed
He bade me come to his side
I gave him my body and my soul
In his world I must now abide



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My young life burnt me alive
the poet came from the ashes
But the words came from the fire.



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Happy bank holiday Monday everyone. Here's a treat of a poem by Charlotte Spires about the romanticisation of strangers. Read it in full here
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Title poem. Ruin My Lipstick. "Poetry is what my soul bleeds when I'm not looking..."
Do you have your copy? Ebook and print. https://t.co/0G27g9soCg

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