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Here I lie under a tree
Fantasizing about you and me.

Even though these thoughts are not real,
There are words I never knew that I feel.

I love the way you hold me close
Like I’m you’re only purpose.

These thoughts are my rose,
Because they are attracting to oppose.

With the thorns I’m gripping on
Leaving me pain that is now gone.

The more I think about my rose,
The more together I’m decomposed.

Holding on to my hopes and dreams,
There is more to the eye than it seems.

It just looks like I lay here
Waiting for future cheer.

Waiting for someone to notice me
It’s so hard to notice when you can’t see.

I’ll wait until all ends
Maybe up above we can be friends.

I wait here waiting ever so patiently,
Why don’t I join the bandwagon and wait impatiently?

My rose, my rose
This poem goes to a close.

My rose is not noun
But broken down.

I am my rose.

All these men;
Those who’ve cared
And those who haven’t noticed.

While there I stand
With open arms and a loveable heart–
All of those times it was ripped apart.

I still wait for open arms
Cradling me in his arms
Holding me close.

He’ll hold me like the
Most delicate flower in the world.
Treating my heart as the flower.

He’ll love me till life’s end,
Refusing to never leave my side,
Always needing me.

I’ll need him as much as the
Air I breathe, the life I live,
And the man I live for.

And here I lie,
Waiting, waiting for my darling
When he’ll look me in the eyes.

I’ll wait ever so reverently,
With my heart jumping out its rib cage…
Waiting, waiting for those words.

“I love you” he’ll say,
Holding me, cradling me.
“I’ve been waiting, waiting.”

Then there awaits a world for us to explore
With his hand in mine,
I lay indestructible.

That’ll be the day
When all that begins will never end.
I’ll be waiting, waiting.

Since                      That
Day, I couldn’t          Live the same
Play with my      emotions as if they are a game
You do not care     whether I die or live, you
Didn’t even care to       forgive. The love
Was only an illusion.      My heart was
Leaded into delusion.    While I’m
Skipping beats,           frozen from
Your deceits.          Now I’m
Lying on          the floor,
While         my heart’s
On        the floor.
Joining
You.

Every scar
Every memory
Every lesson learned
Was because of you.

The blood that was shed
The tears that fell
The internal bleeding you caused
Was because of me.

Was it me
Was it you
Was it us?
Was it not meant to be?

We were young
We were foolish
We were crazy.
Now, we are no longer.

Memories of my past
I can see them,
And it’s harsh
How they last.

Memories of me
When I was young,
Singing a home-made tune
By the Big Tree.

Now I’m Grasping
The worms of my past,
Wriggling out of my hands
And into my skin.

Claustrophobic because I don’t know
Why I do what I do
Maybe to get more attention
When I have more so.

Now here I am,
Cramped in a refrigerator
Days old, getting sick off
Cooking a 13-year-old ham.

A messiah, A savior
Someone help me
I cannot stand the heat
And I’ve lost the flavor.

Never have I let you know the power you have over me

Yet now the tides have change

I ask, allow me to serenade you

Let me fall upon one knee and sing the songs of you

Listen as I bellow out the tune of love

Allow me to intoxicate your soul with my words

Be my muse

Act upon me your magic

Bleed into me your life so I may write it out

Look onto me as your lover

For I am already your friend

I shall fight along your side till the bitter end

Lay down your sword

Lie down with me

And watch as I make you bite your lip and clench your teeth

I pondered beauty for quite a time

Until I had lock eyes with you

I truly thought the definition to be untrue

[And she shall never know

I am secretly hers…]

Two of Me (Editor’s Choice Winner)
There I see,
Looking in the mirror,
Two of me.
I don’t know who is who.

I still search for the identity,
Searching for years and years.
Surrounded with an entity.
I don’t know where to go.

I’m still searching for one feeling
I see only dark.
I hear my skin peeling.
So many things I could be.

Still, I have to try.
I have to look for me.
Two of me have inflicted my life.
Causing so much trouble,

And so much strife.
Two of me- an angel and a devil,
Churned with so many tears and smiles
Have taken me to a new level.

I’m the sunrise at night.
I’m the ocean in a desert.
I’m low at a tall height.
What happened to me?

So dark and unclear
Is this what’s meant to be?
I cannot find myself as one-
But only two.

The two of me are similar antonyms
My whole life is askew.
I cannot find a home.
I have no true friends.

I have no joy.
My happiness descends.
The two of me I cannot see.
The two of me I cannot find.
The two of me aren’t meant to be.
The two of me are me…

Fairytales and folklore are nothing compared to us

Our story is more of a comedy then tragedy

But even though, in the end people were hurt

In our story dragons were not slain

No war was fought

And the only magic was between us two

Our story is one of epic

It falls along the lines of no other

Its just written in lipstick smeared mirrors and love notes

This story had different effects on the masses

Some laughed and rejoiced

While others cried in hatred and pain

But this story was never about them

It was about us, and our happiness

And our story ended with “Happily ever after”

These heartless angels have flown past me

With every pass putting more daggers in my already broken being

They have broken the promises they have made to not kill me

Why do these Harpies make these cross fingered decrees?

Is it some cruel joke for them to say they love me just too loath me later?

Pain is neither a word nor emotion to show how my heart and soul feel

Is it by gods will I be besmirched in this way?

For my body to be used as a toy and my mind as a scale for these weighted thoughts?

I ponder if my solo band act is less entertaining but more safe

I am more then fed up with these girls with halos and poison dipped lips

These creatures that only survive on the blood from my heart

They are the worse type of vampire

Is it not enough that I bleed out my pen for them?

Are they not content with the poet’s ink?

Must they take my physical body too?

Are these women born with these claws?

The talons they use to dig into my very soul

Or do they grow into them?

These dames are like mosquitoes sucking away on my arm

Yet, these beasts aim for the heart

And with pen point precision the pierce straight through me.