Brent McCracken Poems

Broken dreams, broken heart, lonely and lost I miss you more, with every passing day, since we met, you are all I have wanted, wanting to hold you, kiss you, and to hear you say, I love you, but knowing that day will never become my reality, my heart can not take the pain.
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The stains of time stamp our souls, and create an impression that last thru eternity, good or bad, these images morph and shape us into their own creations, or, shows us the true metal of our character, the choice is ours to decide, kneel and let them rule and destroy us, or rise and show that, your soul is your creation, and you will fight to the end of destiny to be the master of your own fate.
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My lips like fire scorching your skin, as I bite at your neck, my ignighted touch setting your soul on fire, erupting your burning desire, with my passionate embrace, my hands touching you, feeling you, making your mind race, wicked flesh melting into one, thrusting,
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My heart and soul is alive with pain, hope, fear, dreams, everyday I embrace them one and all, never will I give credit nor blame to those whom have enetered my life, that have attempted to take and use me, for it is I that sculpts who I was, who I am, who I will be.
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Faceless soul awash with lies, terrible creature with deceit in his eyes, pretending to love, for his own twisted gain, no one is spared in his selfish cruel game, taking the love of an innocent woman, for she is blind to his wicked ways, he keeps her afar so she can not see, his true evil identity, he says the words she longs to hear, so he can toy with her, and make her make feel fear, by the time she sees the truth of himself, she is to far gone, for it is her soul that he has taken.
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My heart cries for you everyday, my tears soak the road you walk, for when I lost you, I lost all that I had left, I lost that was good and rightous in my life, my world seems bleak, shaddered, and in irreparable repair, my soul feels dark, my thoughts all alone, without you beside me, I will never know a place I can call home.
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My love is a river swimming in your head, running down engulfing your soul, your veins like tributaries, spreading my love thru your arms and your legs, the rapids making your heart beat faster, the warmth holding you like a newborn agianst her mothers boosem, filling your lungs like the sweetest breeze, your eyes glaze over, feeling faint, weak in the knees, my hand on your face as I put my lips to yours, and at that moment, your heart knows it is home.
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Sometimes I just don't want to say anything, I have the words, the thoughts, the ideas, they're all floating here in my head, toward my mouth, towars my fingertips, as if they want to get out, but sometimes I am just selfish, or tired, hurt, or scared, but at this moment I just want to hide from everything and everyone, I want to stand perfectly still and absolutely quiet, untouched, unheard, unnoticed.
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Love fleeting, life depleeting, story ending, new one beginning, consiquences of actions taking shape, this is the demise of my own fate, destine to walk this world alone, for I have deceived the one I love, wearing a mask so on one knows me, broken promises, friendships gone, mind a desolate wasteland of memories, never to be revisited.
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