Love is the poison we can’t resist. Twirling in it until we no longer exist. Love is the poison we resist, for it has burned and buried our passion for this feeling called love.

Bound to boundaries, yet all we have is the world in between us. Letting the light blind us, so we can’t see that there’s no boundaries after all. All we have to do is take a step off the wall. I catch you, you catch me if one shall fall. If both shall fall, I don’t mind slipping into the deepest body of boundaries with you. I don’t mind being washed upon shore for you. I don’t mind sharing the air I stare into that’s... between me and you. Kiss me & tell me you do... cause I do .. love you too. ❤️ -Domonique Mcghee

I refuse

As her tender leaves

The sound of sticks on hollow logs,

I have this feeling in my soul that I might not be here tomorrow.

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How would it feel to float

Readers discretion please be advised - This poem's nature and language might cause upset or trigger.

The first step is the hardest. Could it be because there’s no more land beneath your feet after that first step? The dog is barking with urgency, while your heart is beating with passion, and your foot hovers over a ledge taunting gravity and fate. Calling you The Fool isn’t an insult to your bravery nor an applause. You are pure adrenaline, you are the heart falling into the stomach, the stomach jumping into the throat. You might be naive or tired of everyone calling you what you’re not. You’re just The Fool facing this new beginning that may have been by Chance, but that’s no reason to pass it up.

Water bombing aircraft Assisting fire fighters below. Seemingly have little impact As the fires continue to grow

I am usually attracted to the cover, the synopsis, or even the author's name, when I choose a book to read. Then there are other times, when I choose a book by reading the first three sentences on the first page. However, Amanda Lovelace's poetry collection's title was the one that did it this time. the princess saves herself in this one.

they gave me a chance to please you with providence

You have so much pent up pain. Locked away among the heart ache and lies. There no longer is any life in your eyes. The flame that once burnt so bright is nothing but a mere glimmer, a faint shadow that is on the verge of disappearing. You’ve held on for so long, but for what? Happiness has alluded you. Nothing but agony has come your way. Things haven’t turned around like their deceptive and promise filled lies said it would. Nothing. Has. Gotten. Better. For. You. My dear, you are fighting a losing battle. Hell has betrothed you. Engulfed in its misery and chaos. Withered with sorrow, nothing enlightens you anymore. All you’ve ever known is pure torment, betrayal, loss and anguish. Always left aside like a useless piece of trash. So I don’t blame you for growing tired, and for losing interest in life. For everything you’ve ever had that once brought any speck of light into your life was always taken away. No one understands. No one ever will. Your hope and optimism has faded. You have no where to go. Nothing is as it seems. Entrapped and suffocating from your own defeating mind. The walls are all collapsing around you. You’re becoming closed off and numb. You are on the brink of perishing… and yet no one notices. Because no one truly cares. So what’s the point in all of this, you may ask? Well let me tell you… there is NO point. Especially for someone who is ready to leave this said life behind and say goodbye… for the very last time.

As her tender leaves

I might not be the perfect daughter my parents want me to be,

When I was broke, I was on the street, a suburbian Kid lurking for something to eat,

Love is the poison we can’t resist. Twirling in it until we no longer exist. Love is the poison we resist, for it has burned and buried our passion for this feeling called love.

Bound to boundaries, yet all we have is the world in between us. Letting the light blind us, so we can’t see that there’s no boundaries after all. All we have to do is take a step off the wall. I catch you, you catch me if one shall fall. If both shall fall, I don’t mind slipping into the deepest body of boundaries with you. I don’t mind being washed upon shore for you. I don’t mind sharing the air I stare into that’s... between me and you. Kiss me & tell me you do... cause I do .. love you too. ❤️ -Domonique Mcghee

Valentines , sweet melodies in the night.

The sound of sticks on hollow logs,

You love the day, the sun and light

Gently, freely

I refuse

I have this feeling in my soul that I might not be here tomorrow.

I feel restless.

My heart starts pounding the moment her scream rings through the hall

when inside is too hot

Let's go right but I prefer left

1. Discovering who you are your sophomore year of high school, when homophobia was just a fleeting thought and not a claustrophobic box.

The desire to be great at just one thing

Her flowing hair cascades down her back

Maiden and Crone went shopping together

I can hear you.

Dear YOU

Oh leather bound book

George Crabbe (1754-1832) is best remembered today as the author of “Peter Grimes”, the poem that inspired Benjamin Britten to compose his greatest opera. Britten admired the poetry of a fellow Suffolk man who was born in Aldeburgh, the coastal town that became Britten’s home, and whose works portrayed the lives of many Suffolk people, both poor and middle class.

An Engine Roars.