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Is Love Overrated?

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24601
John Brady
Twisted Dreamer
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Ticket To Ride

Red headed woman at the bar
blowing smoke through her scarlet
her chest against her empty glass
laughing about the pool players,
holding their cues in curved frames
blue bike rack asses in the air

I blow ash back in her direction
asking if I can buy her a drink,
I tell her about the fair in town
I've seen on a fly-by billboard
and that same night in my car
she makes the same A-frame

and I wonder if bicycles
and rollercoasters
feel the same
sometimes.
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Idryad
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Thank you for your entry 24601.

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eswaller
Fire of Insight
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Overrated Type of Love

Love is overrated, when the one person who
You think has been there through it all cannot
Even catch any of the tears to fall. Your ice blue
Outer shell could not protect you from the knot
In your stomach when he is gone this time.
Darling, even in those moments when you felt
Nothing but weak, he could not make the climb
With you to the top. He will let the sun melt
You into a pile of mush and bones. Everyone
Has just driven on by like you are nothing.
All he has ever done is to take away your sun.
He has replaced it with the blow and sting
Of every lie he has ever told you. He makes
Promises that he cannot keep. You think that
It might be love, but it is not that if he takes
And never gives anything back to you. A bobcat
Is what he is. He preys on your innocence and
Ability to forgive easily. He tricks you into thinking
That he loves you, but he could simply stand
And watch you drown. He is already winking
At the next woman who is falling for his charm
And games. The kind of love to set off every alarm.

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Grace
Idryad
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eswaller, thank you for your entry.

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TimEros
Tim Eros
Fire of Insight
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LoveTrek

Where no man has gone before
At least that's what was just thinking
We've tried and tried, some have cried
Most of us end up drinking

We meet someone, thinking they're perfect,
But is it really the love that is blind,
Or are we so weak that we forget to seek
Deeper into the one's we find

If love exists, it's in what we do
Once we realize the "one" is a roo
       Do we stay and accept
       Or do we live with regret
Because there is no love unless
               We make it true


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Love and your Unfufilling Expectations

I hate the phrase:
There are plenty of fish in the sea
Because no matter how many fish are wandering through the ocean I do not know how to fish and I prefer chicken;

So why are we promised a "soulmate"
In the confusion of bathtub talks when you are four years old and simply curious and then shower thoughts when you are seventeen and lonely,
Because in the end we have been domesticated since childhood to think such a thing is real
And if it isn't
(When it isn't)
This gap of lack of satisfaction we created our selves gets larger and larger
Until we cannot get to the other side without a bridge,
Resulting in an endless hunt for building material for a connection that will never be made


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Idryad
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TimEros and usernames_r_lame thank you for your respective entry.

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Duncan
Duncan Alexander
Dangerous Mind
South Africa
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Love

Evol
Evolved
Volva

Not sure
The Cure
for an itch, a sentimental bitch

Dioniscian Ankor Wattage
besotage

Maybe love is freddom, from the chains of self
maybe love is hatred and the illusion of wealth
Maybe love is all and none of these Things
Maybe love is the poison of a thousand bee stings

What, what-not, what is and what ain't
what-what-is what's-not and what's-taint

In all honesty, at the thought of love, I grow faint
In all truth, in mine youth, for love's pate I would change my gait.

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Unaware Magnets

Too often we're looking to fill
some empty space within
unaware of our own magnetism

the laws of attraction dictate
we'll be a short lived solution
to someone else's problems
blinded by a temporary satiation
until truth surfaces and
the delusion fades

because until you're alone
and like the company
you're not ready
until you've been real with the mirror
and found compassion
little good will come
and less will stay

love is real.
and once you've become a person
you love too much to treat badly
someone else will join you








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Thank you Miki...for the entry.

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TimEros
Tim Eros
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The Myth of Love

It cannot exist without thought
So, it must be a figment of imagination
I've seen it exist without God
So, how can we believe it's for Christians

It's never perfect and is always changing
The euphoric moments met in Hell
It takes two to make it never ending
Love is a myth from what I can tell

Tim Eros
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Idryad
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Thank you TimEros for your entry.

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Galker
Georgia Alker
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The Window Sill

She sits there quaking,
with heartbreak and sorrow,
gazing out the window,
terrified of the prospects of tomorrow.
 
As the city hurries by her,
she is frozen by emotion,
grasping the bitter poison,
that dulls her internal commotion.
 
Her eyes are swollen,
surrounded by her red and tired face.
It is truly disturbing that heartbroken love,
can leave such a damaging trace.
 
As the biting air meets her skin,
it gives her a sense of relief.
It reminds her she is living,
despite wishing for her existence to decease.
 
Her fragile mind,
causes internal turmoil,
so she sits at the window sill,
and considers what has been spoilt.

© Georgia Alker 2017
Written by Galker (Georgia Alker)
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Idryad
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Thank you Gelkar for your entry.

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OxyMoronicMe
G.L. Emz
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LOVE IS HOPE

Intangible and unforseen
Yet, it is there
Manifesting itself when
We least expect it
A helping hand, a warm smile
A connection of body and mind
We know it, we feel it
We give it freely
We recieve it gratefully
Like a ray of sunshine
And a shower of blessing
Love is a kind of destination
We all strive to reach
When everything else fails
Love will survive
To keep giving hope
Even to the unfaithful.

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