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 Dec 2016 Day
The Napkin Poet
Every ounce of pressure against my veins,
like the flood of heavy summer rains.
Trying to escape the coating of my flesh,
internal tensions I could not oppress.
I hear crickets, smell the morning dew.
All I can ever concentrate on is you.
Made to feel nervous but oh so calm,
sometimes even sweet like cherry lip balm.
A moment of combustion then release,
your tongue wanders onto my body, into a crease.
I'll never care if I get rich,
so ever long as you ease my twitch.
Stale smoke and the scent of butane,
breath seeps into me like a bloodstain.
You, a child at heart
and I, a freak into abstract art, like Ad Reinhardt.
What a fine creation, our own constellation,
an innovation, better than intoxication.
 Dec 2016 Day
Melissa Banks
do you remember when you left my bed
for the last time that dark december night?
you were angry and i was cold
i couldn't give you exactly what you wanted--
your desire, a warm invitation into a life i didn't know i'd want
but now as i see you through tinted windows at red light intersections
and i catch our friends saying your name in hushed tones
i find myself face to face with you in my midnight thoughts
wondering what i'm missing from our past life together
slow kisses, warm embraces, soft smiles
the way you held my hand as you drove your car
the way you grabbed my neck and pulled me closer
the way you wiped away these incessant tears
all the things that kept me close to you
but i can't forget the things that pushed me away
echoing arguments, unrealistic expectations, alcohol-dependent nights
the way your irreverent temper slashed my autonomy
the way you despised sobriety but only around me
the way that I was never enough
do you miss me like i miss you,
or do you hate me like i hate you?
 Dec 2016 Day
zebra
the ***** ghost
comes to those who have suffered long
the agony of torrid loves hunger
he is a savior that needs to be saved
a glittering pageant of ****** despair
his color sapphire
a weeping shell
a dark cloud of smoldering ash
that never burns out
he is heat and light
he can smell the musk between your legs
taste tears of want
as if they are his own
his ****
bursting like trees
bludgeon hard, substanceless
no you can't put your finger on it
your heart
a weeping furnace

your parched mouth dire
is his
the emptiness between your legs
is his
he comes to you a vacant smudge
then,
white attendant with black eyed gems
be not afraid
he was lost in life
a moralist
who could not find Jacobs ladder
nor free him self of false boundaries
set upon him by the good people
their minds spider bites and corpses
who imagined a god
who loved them by decrees
of thou shalt not not not
and did not know
that flesh needs flesh
and only human love could save him

then to the grave,
just a ***** ghost theory
to the living
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ******
If i where a film maker or a novelist  you  would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias  
These poems  are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive  impulses we all share
Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again  you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me
 Dec 2016 Day
marissa jenkins
We all get addicted to something
that takes away the pain
but sometimes we don't see
we're playing a dangerous game
You go from strangers, to friends,
to more than friends, then strangers
But you felt so in love
you didn't see the hidden dangers
you got in over your head
and you're left wondering if it's over yet
that was an excerpt to a short poem. The rest isn't very long. If you want the rest, like and share this. I'll do my best to get back to it.
And I just want to say this one thing: anything I post here on this site is my poetry. It is very special to me , and i want others to read it. I recently got a suggestion to publish these very poems. I hope you will support me.
thank you to anyone who took the time to read this. I promise, I appreciate it, and any encouragement.
(btw, for my earlier poem "why", the line that read "breaking benjamin" was refering to a line in a rock song by the band [breaking benjamin]. The title of the song is evil angel. Just in case you were wondering.
 Dec 2016 Day
marissa jenkins
First
 Dec 2016 Day
marissa jenkins
Just gotta fix my eyes
and say amen
I'll speak life
and seek You again
First.
This is about picking myself up and putting God first.
i mean to offend no one by this. Just using freedom of speech. *insert totally innocent, angelic smile here ;)
 Dec 2016 Day
Angie S
figure skating
 Dec 2016 Day
Angie S
she reaches out before her,
gazing longingly into the sky,
and draws her arms back to her side.
her chest rises and falls.
her feet begin to push against
the ice and she glides like
a dove riding atop a gentle breeze.
she crosses her steps with elegance and
swiftly flies to the end of her terrain.
as she turns to return,
her knees dip and spring,
propelling her into the air.
her legs cross at her ankles
and she becomes a twisting airplane.
her feet find a landing on her thin blade.
she leans into the center of the rink,
clutching her leg,
and spins with a slow, melodic grace.
as she lowers into a crouch, her tempo rises,
and she becomes a brilliant storm on ice.
again she rises and she strikes a stellar pose, head high--
she tells her audience
the queen has arrived,
and she wears ice skates.
originally written 11/12/16. i emphasized description of the skater in this poem and tried to use metaphors relating to things in the sky. no real deep meaning to this other than just to imagine... speaking of skating, who's watching yuri on ice??
 Dec 2016 Day
David P Carroll
Your bright smile would truly brighten up any man's saddened lonely old heart as I feel saddened I look at your bright smile and suddenly my heart smiles for the first time ever my saddened heart smiles its your true beauty who has made my heart smile no other beautiful bright could ever cheer up my saddened heart your smile has truly touched my saddened lonely heart.
David P Carroll
His Saddened Heart
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