Atheist

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My Black thoughts
Drifting Aimless
In the weightless purity,
of your matter.

There is no name
For the God who created you…
Its as if,
A perfect flower
Bloomed into my existence

From the Hands
Of nothingness…
I was given
Everything.

My words
can give no weight,
to your Flawless
Image.

Your energy
so Vibrant…
That the light
of your smile
Purifies my darkness.

Your love
Is not religion,
And yet…
It is in your love
I put my faith.

R.Marrs ®2015

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Collage

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I know 
You are breaking.
Like a fool
I catch 
The jagged 
falling pieces.

My
Bloodied hands
saving 
Every shard…
Secretly
Hoping 
to 
Put you back 
Together.

Shattered
I re-build you
From memory. 
Through my 
Words 
You 
Still exist…

The need
To see your face
Just,
One more time…
Is the reason
I sit here destroying
blank pages.

Trying 
Desperately 
To
Reassemble 
your
living, 
puzzle pieces.

©R.Marrs~2014.

Searching for Venus

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My heart beats
In reverse…
Mimicking your
Retrograde
Rotations.

Your beautiful image
Seared
Into
my inner mind.

Your pattern…
Blueprints
For
Perfection,
As if shaped
For me.

You sit
out of reach,
My elusive emerald
Floating in a sea of
Endless ebony.

My eyes
Flood with stars as
I watch the sky
For remnants
Of your love spell.

© R.Marrs~2014

Love Transfusion

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She looks in the mirror and hates the thing she sees.

Her beautiful body, looked upon as if diseased.

False images of beauty flood her senses until her eyes drip with daydreams.

So she starves that thing until it and,
her love
dies.

He runs until it burns to breath.

The chase day in – day out, no reprieve.

They hunt him with hateful noise.

Whispers traveled “he likes to kiss boys”.

He keeps his truth hidden so deep inside,

That it dies with his love
smothered with lies.

She wants them to see her brain
Not the body its in.

The words slither from a devilish grin.

“Just show a little skin”.

Her hopes crushed.

Broken she bleeds potential, as her love dies.

Love should not tell us were fat.

It doesn’t care if your white or black.

Love is not male or female.

Love should not prevent, it should prevail.

When it dies… we die.

Even those of us that hate everything,
Love something.
So… love something.
Love anything.
Just give…
So love can live.

© R.Marrs~2014.

Eye contact

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You ask me to look at you
But…
All I feel are your hands, electrified bright blue.
My skin conducting the attraction of your high voltage touch.
Our pain intertwined…
Innocence buried under crumbling Sand Castles,
waiting to be exposed.
You ask me to look at you
But…
The vultures circling this rotting love
have already dined on my eyes.
The truth is…
I’ve never needed them, 
to see you.

 ©R.Marrs~2014.