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 Jul 2014 Hollow
Unknown
A four year old child
And growing so fast
Conceived from a wild
Relationship past

His mother a girl
Of only sixteen
Placed into this world
By alcohols dream

A man is his father
Of around thirty three
The girl? The mans daughter
They share the same genes

Conception absurd
Illegally bound
A four letter word
A bitter sound
 Jul 2014 Hollow
Chloe
If I could sleep next to you
I'd sleep with my back against yours
and my eyes trained for things
you are unable to see facing forward.
 Jul 2014 Hollow
Unknown
Raised to say what I mean and mean what I say
So I assumed everyone else was the same way

I was wrong

People are liars and cheaters and thieves
Trust no one but you because all the rest leave

You're alone

But while I think, loneliness is my own company
Even the one voice I listened to has gone silent
I only hear my voice and now truly alone, I
Wish to let one, in at a time to trust hard, but
being alone isn't that easy
Get back to me...
POETIC T,
 Jul 2014 Hollow
Epic Monkey
If only "us"
was an option
Our river of emotions
would never dry
If we could just
merge our diverging dimensions
On a silky web of a broken lie

I would be the one to
Dare to face your weirdest obsession
Dive into
Your darkest ocean
Earn a place in your wildest passion
If only "us" was an option

I'd soothe you like a cool pillow
Flip your mood like a morning coffee
So if you'd feel down like a weeping willow
I'd hold your branches up like a trophy
If only "us" was an option

You'd become my reason
to smile everyday
And even
To die smiling in my grave
And thus I crave
Despite our diverging dimensions
A perfect world where "us"
would still be an option

But it never was
And will never be.

~Epic Monkey
 Jul 2014 Hollow
b for short
I sat down today and thought of a face—
with kind curves and welcoming eyes,
with a smile that could illuminate a space,
and warm the chilled voids betwixt thighs.

So I snatched up a pen and scribbled like mad,
an articulate letter on said visage so divine—
pages upon pages of marvelous musings—
hunger dripping off of each line.

Then my hands finished working, my fingers at rest,
observing my mess of inked letters and blots.
One simple message derived from it all:

**“You’re in my inappropriate thoughts.”
© Bitsy Sanders, July 2014
 Jul 2014 Hollow
abby
phantom
 Jul 2014 Hollow
abby
every morning i wake up
aching

eyes closed
i count out my fingers
and toes

still there when i open
my eyes i know

it is you
that is missing
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