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 Jun 2014 Alice
Jade Lee
It is now.
 Jun 2014 Alice
Jade Lee
Six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
Six months ago I wanted to make sure you were happy before myself.
Six months ago I wanted to make sure it was me causing your happiness.
But it's not six months ago. It is now.
Quinn
Placed on the spot, People walking by
Eyes shift to my direction,
Snickering and smiling
My anxiety rising
Trying to grip reality,
My superficial temple artery starts pounding, as my heart rate rises.

I can't take this any more I must find the door.
 Jun 2014 Alice
ilina286
~10w~
 Jun 2014 Alice
ilina286
You promised me love
Like the one in the books
 Jun 2014 Alice
Carla Michelle
(n)        
world /wərld/*

I will continue to write these things
until I have told you all.

I want the world and it's folds.
I want to fight with you, words
to screams to echoes.
I want to cradle my head
swiftly, like a feather,
into the curves of your shoulders
soon after.
I want to continue an ongoing
counterclockwise motion
while we lay our heavy
backs
on the comfort of a
duvet.
I want to appear at your windowpane
at times where the
rain is the
least of your
worries.
I want to gently caress the
stubble which you bloom
in such a careless manner.

I want to find myself
at the side of yours,
every single time,
every single way,
every single moment when I
start to count the times
I've told myself,
that you are the sun,
and I am the moon.
And my charming world
has been found, with its
folds*.
 Jun 2014 Alice
Forgotten Dreams
I
would
give you my
forever but I doubt
I will be around that long
so I'll give you what I've got and
hope that it's
enough

I
Would
Give you my
Dreams but you're in
Them all so won't you walk
With me and we
Could live
Them
All

I
Would
Give you my
Heart but it's already
Been shattered so I'll give you
What's left and we can
Heal together

I
Would
Give you all
I've ever had but
I've never had much so
You can take what you want
I trust you
*My Love
Just here for ease of access really :] all parts have been posted separately as well. Feedback and advice is highly welcomed
 Jun 2014 Alice
Nameless
Lauren
 Jun 2014 Alice
Nameless
She is like a lamb
sweet, innocent, and pure.
How did someone like her,
become a friend to me?
...
You've gotten to know me,
as I have you.
But I'm keeping a secret,
one from you.
Cause my intentions,
at first
weren't so pure.
...
What you do not know is,
I like girls.
 Jun 2014 Alice
Don Bouchard
Blackbirds chuckling in the arbor vita;
Vultures circling high
Against the blue and Sunday sky;
House sparrows scolding in the neighbors' trees;
A robin chorister brings Dickinson to mind,
And I don't mind.

Sunday morning's breakfast's done,
And we have time
To smile a little...
Bashful mornings
Just a little now
Even after thirty years.

Tomorrow storms will come;
Next week a tree will fall;
Shadows must make their surly steps
Even as sun slides down...
It's just the way this old world runs.

But this morning,
This Sunday morning,
Bright and fine,
I rest from all my worrying,
Rest in the love I have with you,
Amazed again to have,
Amazed to hold,
A girl like you.
Wife love Sunday morning
 Jun 2014 Alice
Andrew Durst
Cancer.
 Jun 2014 Alice
Andrew Durst
I breathed you in
like the smoke from my
last cigarette;
it was bitter-sweet
to taste you on my lips.
And although I never had anything
all-that-useful to say,
I'd like for it to be known
that I still
           love you.

even if your cancer
is metastasizing
in my
heart.
Enjoy the random idea.
 Jun 2014 Alice
chimaera
Death,
into whom
did I turn
in the turning
of time?

Where lays the child
the woman
and all the lovers
once longed for her?

Am I this
elderly woman?

Laying
in this coffin,
sweaty in the cold
(colder than fear:
who glued my lips?)
,
glimpsing
my still hands
through a slit
of my blue eyes.

What's the use
of the world,
now my voice is gone?

I can no longer
bring this world to life,
to lively truths and lies.

I will deliver it all to fire
as I throw my body into the flames.

And I forget.
And I am forgotten.

[6/6/14]
I know this is not a good poem; just had to put in words the odd mood in wich I came back from this funeral.

* "Wind in a box" is the title of a wonderful poem by Terrance Hayes; check it out here: www.smith.edu/poetrycenter/poets/windinabox.htm
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