Pandora’s Box

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Wearing only Chanel and underwear,

She offers Pandora’s Box,

Hoping that the night will lead her to love.

 

Hands grabbing at unrealistic expectations of love,

Teetering on the thin line between whore and desirable,

Between being a lover and being loved.

 

Stumbling home on broken heels,

Passing the old cathedral,

Life never is what you expect .

Forbidden

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How do they not see what we see?

It’s beautiful, not ugly

We love as they love

Hope as they hope

Dream as they dream.

Yet we are wrong.

We are different, so we are damned

Shunned, banned, abused

One day we wish to be free

Free of your hate

No more hiding, no more fear

Once we are free like everyone else

This country will live up to it’s name!

Would You Like To Live Forever?

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AMHudlow, creative, death, earth, immortal, immortality, life, loss, poem, poetry

Would you like to live forever
To watch time fly by
To watch all life quickly pass, as you linger on.
To view good times and bad times while you can only stand alone.
All that you love goes away and the earth does decay.

Would you like to live forever?

Winter

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It’s been a long time since you left.

A year to be exact I wish to join you but I must be strong; For the both of us.

The swings in the park have lost their amusement.

But the memories we’ve shared bring me back.

Heaven is crying, only its tears rival my own.

Maybe like me, it misses you.

A Little bit of Contradiction or My Search for the Shore

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I cross the ocean of life,
Raging sea of black and purple.
But in the storm there is asylum, not far in the distance.
However it is a siren in disguise, tempting me off course.

Its sweet song seduces,
Filling my head with wonder and lies.
But I see through the fabrications,
And continue my travels.

The farther I swim away from him,
The more his call fills me to my brim.
Saturating my mind and bosom,
With its lust and antagonism.

I ignore its tune,
And continue to search for the shore.