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 Jan 2014 LF
anonymous
I miss the way youd bite my lip
I miss when youd dragging your fingers
down my ribs
as if you were strumming the strings on a guitar

the way you arch your back when im digging in
never holding back
it was just all fun in till then

we would stay up late
id watch you sleep
I miss you sleeping chest to cheek
your the best thing to see when id wake

I miss your laugh
I miss your smile
I miss those blue eyes
I could see from miles

I hate the fact we would never fight
I hate how I fiend to see you every night
I hate how you were always by my side
I hate how we had to say good bye

I hate that I was broke without a job
I hate that that never bothered you at all
I hate how I miss your touch
I hate the fact that I fell in love
 Jan 2014 LF
anonymous
dying breed
 Jan 2014 LF
anonymous
this is not a democracy!
this is a nation of hypocrisy
the only chance of survival
is a frontal lobe lobotomy

creativity is a dying breed
open your mind
look around
tell me what you truly see
Beautiful minds dying on the streets every day

this country was founded on dreams
now day were focused on gay marriage
and smoking ****

find your passion
whether its fashion
a paint can
or the musical aspect

plant the seed
lets make its a place people want to be
 Jan 2014 LF
JA Doetsch
Love me not
 Jan 2014 LF
JA Doetsch
She loves me, She loves me not
She wants me

No, wait....

A second thought

Indecision
Tunnel vision

As she twirls the flower
between her fingertips
              her finger rips
another petal
         Watch it fall
watch it settle
Watch it settle to the ground
Where it never
never ever will be found

Can you see it?
the pile on the floor?
her wilted lovers
her lovers from before

She holds the empty flower in her hand
she simply doesn't understand

Why the spark is there no more
Why she is now so suddenly bored

He's no longer lovely to her eyes
She doesn't fully realize

Why things just aren't quite the same
and
Why she's the one
The one to blame
Feeling a bit 'meh' recently, but I've not posted anything in far too long.  This one might be slightly exaggerated.
 Jan 2014 LF
JA Doetsch
It's funny
 how
Our Paths
Split                     Break
Off from                             Away from
each other.                                          one another
We loop and twirl          We zig and zag
      Touching
         every now and then
     Only to lose each other                Never quite making
In the ether                                                            ­   the connection
Until One day                                                              ­           Until we've reached
   When we feel                                                             ­               A point so low                                                                         the farthest apart                                                            ­     That we've given up.
We suddenly realize                                                          ­    It becomes so obvious
How foolish we've been.                             How blind we were to not see
The person we love.      The person we cherish
Has always been walking  
right by our side  
if we had only  
opened our eyes
 Jan 2014 LF
Alex Carpenter
an insomniac's pleasure,
a dying man's wish
to hear the voice of her,
the one thing they both miss;

whether love left quiet,
or love once lost
they'd do anything to hear it,
no matter the cost

while her voice would bring the dying man peace,
i doubt it would bring the insomniac sleep
she is but one of the dying man's wishes,
while she is what the insomniac misses;

so while the dying man dies,
and while the insomniac lies awake
one heart stops;
and another heart breaks.
 Jan 2014 LF
pluie d'été
he woke up beside the girl
with the universe
captured
in her sad eyes

running his fingers
through her tumbled hair
watching stillness
and memories of the future
flicker across her invisible mind

he traces the fragility
of her ribs
feels something
slowing
underneath her skin

where is your heart
he whispers
so softly
and she hears his voice
succumbing to her dreams and nightmares
void of longing
acceptance
taints the sky

cracking and heavy
her walls want to fall
she keeps herself
to the stars
in the night
and feels him move away from her
pulling her closer
 Jan 2014 LF
Harry J Baxter
I need you
The most beautiful three words I know
in the morning you are my first thought
and I keep you close to me throughout the day
I smell you on my fingers
and feel the urge claw its way through my nerves
and If I go too long without you
I’m nothing but flushed sweats
and anxious nail biting and fidgety hands and feet
If I have to wait any longer
I get cranky
every voice a whip crack of annoyance
I need you
at night I can’t sleep without you
and I am self-aware
hopelessly addicted
it’s always been one of my themes
and I have no interest in the science behind it
just the simple statement of humanity it bares
I need you
and if I can’t reach you
I’m willing to do whatever it takes
just to get another taste
hopelessly addicted
 Jan 2014 LF
JDG
Ritual
 Jan 2014 LF
JDG
I stir cream and sugar
into black coffee
just like the warm coffee
stirs my soul.
Corny, but I love my morning coffee.
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