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[scatteredthoughts2]

Lift You Up by Mr. PoetAll

If I were the world

Would you be my Atlas

A titan not afraid to hold the barriers

Of boundaries

Between

Gritted teeth and silly giggles of

Deafening challenges

Like I wish you would try me

A little harder.

This dare is the truth

I plead not to plead the fifth

On you.

So if the world crumbles

Under your arms

I will always

Be there

To catch

The weight of burdens

That clouds cannot even hold.

For they to

Cry.

Raining pain that only space

Will fill.

Can we not

Talk about

The times

You shattered me.

Instead

Let us divulge upon

The areas of gray

Yet

Unfulfilled.

Just as the waters

Have not all been claimed

The gripping tips of my fingers

Will n'er refrain

From restraining

Myself

From saving

You.

Thank you so much.

Inspired by your last poem title that I read and fell in love with the thought of ETERNAL LOVE / ENDLESS LOVE.

You are and will always be a great poet and inspiration to me.

Thank you @scatteredthoughts2

[vujime]

Sunshine gone.

Shivering in cold.

Left the truth behind.

Went away from reality.

For a warm touch.

The touch was there.

Caressed by warmth,

Started healing.

Only to realise,

It was not out of love.

Don't know what it was.

As the touch couldn't see,

It just felt.

Felt the anger,

The jealousy in me.

So it withdrew.

Abandoned,

Dying of cold again.

Searched n searched for touch

It left me to feel somebody else.

It's warmth caresses somebody else now.

Winter is my destiny,

As sunshine's gone forever.

[intothevortex]

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.....your ghost don't look so well .....

by Ambrose Harte @scatteredthoughts2 

It’s been many years since last we met,

and now we meet, we meet in death,

a lifetime’s o'er, a lifetime’s gone,

what’s past is past, what’s done is done.

Your ghost don’t look so very well,

I guess it’s all them years in hell,

and you don’t scare me, I have no fear,

even though, I sent you there.

Am I dreaming now? I’m not so sure!

maybe the police, are at my door,

perhaps they found, the grave I made,

where no holy words, were ever read.

I have no remorse; no tears I’ve wept,

you died too fast, that’s my one regret,

and if only I could have my way,

you would die again, every single day.

written by Ambrose Harte / Scattered Thoughts 2. read by @intothevortex

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Once again I am thrilled to present a reading of a poem by my long-time Tumblr friend Ambrose Harte @ambroseharte & @scatteredthoughts2

Ambrose is the master of the macabre, and I adore his “dark poetry”. In the last years, I made quite a couple of readings of Ambrose’s work, but this is the first one that I posted to this blog. And I am sure it won’t be the last.

Thank you very much, my friend, for giving me the permission to do so.

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