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 Nov 2015 ji
Marie Ellen Grace
Nothing

Empty
Endless
Dark
Nothing

Too much that pains
But so little to feel
Too much that hurts
But so little to heal

Everything
But nothing at all
Nothing

Thats my numb feeling
 Aug 2015 ji
its gonna make sense
~~~
you want to witness the truth?
then
you shouldn't see it
with your eyes*

©IGMS
 Aug 2015 ji
James Joyce
A Prayer
 Aug 2015 ji
James Joyce
Again!
Come, give, yield all your strength to me!
From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain
Its cruel calm, submission's misery,
Gentling her awe as to a soul predestined.
Cease, silent love! My doom!

Blind me with your dark nearness, O have mercy, beloved enemy of my will!
I dare not withstand the cold touch that I dread.
Draw from me still
My slow life! Bend deeper on me, threatening head,
Proud by my downfall, remembering, pitying
Him who is, him who was!

Again!
Together, folded by the night, they lay on earth. I hear
From far her low word breathe on my breaking brain.
Come! I yield. Bend deeper upon me! I am here.
Subduer, do not leave me! Only joy, only anguish,
Take me, save me, soothe me, O spare me!
 Aug 2015 ji
William Shakespeare
Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but today by feeding is allayed,
Tomorrow sharpened in his former might.
So, love, be thou, although today thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
Tomorrow see again, and do not ****
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
    As call it winter, which being full of care
    Makes summer’s welcome thrice more wished, more rare.
— and the sun, dipping into the avenues
streaking the tops of
the irregular red houselets,
                                                            and
the gay shadows drooping and drooping.
 Aug 2015 ji
Luna Quinn
champagne tears fall in my glass for you,
I can hear myself running out of breath momentarily,
seeking peace in the false clarity that clouds my head,
the ghost of you; it remains in my broken mind.

poured myself a drink of dead love,
it took one shot of bad love to make me write,
put the romance to bed,
funeral for the lust,
not even death will make me stop,
I'm a mess for your heart.

drunken words, honest thoughts,
you're the subject no matter which.

masochistic, fragile-cryptic-
messages of deep thought,
love feels like a sinful need,
when you're so far from my heart.
 Aug 2015 ji
mike
hungry dog
 Aug 2015 ji
mike
my mouth
is so full
of your deliciousness
that it would
all come pouring out
if i tried to
explain it.

i am forced to swallow.

if not id be caught
licking it off the floor
and off your feet.
 Aug 2015 ji
JMC
August August
 Aug 2015 ji
JMC
Attractive, demure
A sweetness that lures
I was the man
The animal who came to feed
She the woman
The one who was my meal

I devoured her
Thinking I was the wolf
She succumbed to my embrace
With beauty and full of grace

I ate my fill
But she filled my heart
My thoughts my soul
Now I am hungry
But only for you
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