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[whiskeyatdawn]

I'd like to avenger her (thoughtsofpoetry)

My friend, JC, wrote this for me in response to my piece "hands." Very kind words...thank you.

If I could I would, Give her back those boundaries, That he crossed so carelessly, Her gift taken by force, I want to hand it back draped in her innocence that was lost. Not really lost at all, but truly taken, Tears trembled down her betrayed face so intensely, The ground under her feet was shaken. I will be your Clark Kent, I’ll be your Bruce Wayne, Masking you in my bravery, I promise, You will never hurt again. What happened I cannot not erase, But let’s bring in new memories, While kicking out old, Until you no longer remember how, What happened chips away your soul. My arms will break the norm, That he set, I feel there is the purpose we’ve met. I just regret not being there sooner, But oftentimes the most beautiful of flowers, Are the late bloomers. Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Cover you in my boldness, You will never hurt again. His hands, That night, For as long as he lives, He better stay out of my sight. If we crossed paths, The trail that we left behind, Would be a blood bath. His hands were strong, But mine so stronger, And they’d to push knuckles into the face, They sting like mace, He’d be put in his place. My hands are big, My hands are strong, but they never be the root of any of your harm.

[debzdkwfl]

Broken Hearts, Frozen Hearts

Broken hearts know tears all too well, Her's has been broken time and time again, No wonder she's retreated back into her shell. Before, you could hear the ocean in the thin walls Of her tiny shell and smell the salt of lonely seas, But now you can't even hear the tide as it falls. She is scattered, Like leaves in mid October, Her frail form frigid. All of the warmth was stolen By a boy who masqueraded as a man. He didn't appreciate her, nor would he ever. Her heart is fractured, Like the bones of accident-prone youths, Encased in a cast that's rigid. The cold - his parting gift, a token - Penetrated the cast and made its way in. She didn't want to feel again... never, never, never. --------------------------------------------------- Normal text: Joaquin (thoughtsofpoetry) Italics: Me (debzdkwfl) (My first collab ever xD)

[shesanargonaut]

Flow

He has hands that are softer than rain, coarser than the smooth talk of rivers, but it's only when he speaks that you understand the meaning of the word "gentle". 

[shesanargonaut]

Two Poets, One Page

As she touched pen to paper,

I began to realize I couldn't escape her.

She writes words that appear on the notepad of my heart,

Her beautiful pen strokes keep my heart beating.

                                   His tongue slightly protruding from his concerned mouth,

                                   he raised his exquisite hand and guided it South

                                   to the blank paper slate of his greatest creation,

                                   the magnum opus of my dearest infatuation.

With each flick of her wrist,

She etched passionate poetic phrases on my soul.

I attempt to imitate this action,

But I fear my thoughts fall short.

                                   The pen gliding soulfully like that of a stream,

                                   I closed my eyes slowly and let him dream

                                   his brilliance into blackened thoughts to the white page,

                                   his hands working magic like that of a wizened mage.

I've fallen in love with a poetess,

She's put my own scribbling skills to test.

Her thoughts manifest so beautifully on fallen trees,

Her words are inspiring.

                                   I've fallen in love with the beauty of a poet,

                                   with each written piece, he shows it's

                                   gracefulness in the softened scribbles of bashful words,

                                   the lost callings of Love's eternal song for the birds.

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Part 3 of 3 Collabs between thoughtsofpoetry & shesanargonaut.

He is in Italic.

She is in plain.