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 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
Meg K
Tryst
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
Meg K
In this alien world
We hug the warm air for comfort.
Hundreds of secrets slithering from our lips,
Through bed sheets,
making their way to dim skies
and settling as stars;
permanent fixtures of our past,
until sunrise.

In early morning hours,
With heavy lids,
We make mistakes.
Basking in our sweet calamity
as we cautiously pluck heart strings.

But after we wipe the sleep from our eyes,
The night’s intoxication forgotten,
We take our shaky legs back home
And turn to the winds for condolence.
She takes the broken pieces
of a prayer without a wing
and restores it to it's beauty
as to make the angels sing
no chapel holds a candle
to the stained glass of her soul
for she takes what once was broken
and with love she makes it whole
For 1796 an artist working in glass mosaics making broken beautiful.
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
Sia Jane
**** head, struggling for breath
Final hit, before the red
Light flashes, warning to stop
Over dose, **** the innards
She never chose to lose this
Battle, between herself & it
Where'd she go, lost in space
Chasing herself, a dog with his tail
Praying to an above, to lead her
Straight laced, not swerving off track
Please God save me, her last plea
Before another day dawns, her final wish
Sketcher, tweaker, where's that syringe
The lights too bright, reality a curse
Rolled up in rehab, another ghetto kid
Not this girl, high class, white, moneyed
Lost to the night, speed freak, hopeless
Drowning in addiction, using again
Chemical structures defining her fate
Her brain the game
Disfigured face, unrecognizable eyes
Family love, isn't ever enough
Rushed to ER, another broken soul
Promises that drugs will save her
When only she can ever
Save herself
This time, she's not another life
Lost
The Gods sure blessed her, not with
Her wish
So she's packaged off to rehab
The third times a charm, right?

© Sia Jane
I thought I would try life in a bubble safe from the worlds trouble
I also thought the bubble would keep me from germs a double blessing
Life here in the bubble seemed to go at a slower pace
I'm here in the bubble away from the human race
I am protected from crime
I am enjoying time with me, myself and I
I am not watching the news no news is good news right
I am shut out from everyone
I wonder does anyone remember me anymore
I'm starting to feel claustrophobic stuck in the bubble
I did not mean to shut out the ones I love
I would scream but no one would hear me
I am isolated from everything and everyone except my thoughts
I am imprisoned by my thoughts
If you were near, you would hear me say burst this bubble and let me out
I want to live life again  
I want to breathe again, outside the bubble
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
xander
there he goes again
staring at the empty blue sky
and he think it's poetic
like the beat of her heart close to his ears
like the reflection of her shadow as he tried to capture it
but it's all empty like the blue sky

the beat is loud, perhaps much like the sound of his heart
he's waiting for it to rhyme
to make sense, like an ink blot on paper
the way it gives meaning to the vast emptiness
that cavity that seeks pleasure from pain
the ******* smiled from within

and the world closed in on him
the blue sky, the melodies on his ears
it screams of despair and hope
lust and love
life and death
his and her world
forever they are intertwined-
FOR-EVER-

!@#$%^&*()
Millions of them telling me everyday
She is an illusion and just don't exist,

In spite of the fuzzy winter’s heyday
How can I still see you standing beyond the mist?

Gazing at your smiling face which insists
You are neither my hallucination nor memories reminisce

As the mist got darker,
Your gleaming eyes went beyond my borders
Regardless of my beliefs, I lost you forever

But Still believes the mist will dissolve and
..... ..... ..... .....
Oh LOVE
SHE is pure and she's a cure

oh LOVE
she lives to deceive and she won't let you breath.
Like a thief in the night she'll rob you of your sight.

Oh love
she's tranquil and she's a bliss, she's that
fantasy in the enchanted forest we've all dreamed of.

She's a mystery a labyrinth if you will..
what you see isn't always what's to be...

she is what you make of her when you wander through dark hallways
on that journey to find that girl of your dreams.

she is beautiful yet she can be grim
she gives you what you need until the fire dims..

Will you treat her with respect and would you give her all you are?
Or will you let her fall and let her down?

She'll find you and shelter you forever or take you
for a trip in a place called never.

Love her mystery and cherish her broken pieces
and she'll be yours forever more you'll never feel

BROKEN OR TORN.........
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
ned
Reality knows no words that you can bargain with it
time is not a friend of pain that you can beg to wait
pause your run and you will find no ease even if you'd fall to bleed
they will only have you bills to complete

Look at me and my eyes will show you languish
Talk to me and I will define you anguish
the moments I failed to make speaks no english
Yet their story echoes my lamentation

Yesterday is history and tommorow will be another story
We live in days full of misery
Why would you hope so desperately
As if you can unveiled the mistery

pack up your pain and bring it to me!
We will write them in our destiny and float it to the sea
For they won't give a **** even they could see
Come before winter and be my rhyme my CATHY
it's dedicated to someone who has written the best poem in my life.. wish you be happy with the story of life you've chosen to write!
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