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Ivy Rose May 2014
It's scary how much I love you.

So much I can't comprehend.

It's scary how much I need you.

And how far I am willing to bend.

I scare myself when I'm alone at night.

The world empty, alone with my thoughts.

And how I know I will always love you.

Even once my pale bones start to rot.

(i. r)
D May 2014
Red
Scales glisten
In the moonlight

Smoke
Rises in plumes
Before the dark night

Fire
Scorches all
Whose swords do fight

Desiree
A dragons name
Is one to cause fright
Jacob Traver Dec 2013
Death was behind us
Eternity ahead
Living to whisper
Words unsaid

Drifting to drift
No goal in mind
Until certain provoking
I unhappily find

When one is dead
With one frightening goal
The living should dread
Or pay the toll

The toll beyond
What any can bear
A constant haunting
Silently lurking there
cosmic poet Apr 2014
im a creature of fright
and I find no delight in the light
CC Arshagra Apr 2014
Free falling through eyes wide open
As the wind of alive fills the room of life
A piano nearby listens
Dreaming in the key of flesh
All the silence in the world moves here
The heart of risking nothing and everything at once lifts time
Fear cannot ever fly this high to see you in the other without guise
Fright has too many masks and no way to remove them
****-time is gravity’s secret gift to those who only dance with true abandon
Beings unafraid of fiery tears laughing and wanderlust exposed
No other way home
Every moment is dying
On lips that live within words and the whispers of thoughts stir
Everything said and heard contains the death of afraid now
Every soul step closer is leaving all clocks behind
The first kiss can wait forever
For it has already caressed complete naked honesty
We shiver
Choosing

To never harm how all love is sacred
© Copyright April 2014 C.C. Arshagra
press22publishing (unpublished work)
From the manuscript “Nothing Lies Between Us” / "In The Key of Flesh" (pending)
From the manuscript series “The Integrity of ****** Poetry"
Lunar Mar 2014
howling at the moon,
in the deep cold of the night.
the lone wolf lurks around,
expressing its only fright.

it cries out for company,
but all he gets
is the wind.

blood runs cold,
fur collects frost,
a hush falls onto his lips

this is the lone wolf's silencing,
and silence he shall keep.

— The End —