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There was a little girl
Playing in the sun
She had a bow upon her head
And smiled at everyone.

Then some heartless people
Untied that little bow
And began to stuff her head
With WORDS that you may know.

They were COMMON words.
Words you may have seen
One began with letter 'N'
And others just as mean.

They fully stuffed her head
And when they were done
Tied her little bow again
So it would not come undone

In the end her head was lumpy
Had very little grace.
There was a mean ol' scowl
On her once lovely face...



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 5, 2014

I’m sorry that I laugh too loud
And tend to make a scene
I’m sorry about the way my
Words stumble across my tongue
I’m sorry about the dumb things I say
And how forgetful I can be
I talk about my hair too much
And my ex
And the weather
I’m sorry I complain a lot
About all the little things
I’m sorry you have to tell me
For gods sake stop saying sorry!
But in a society where saying the wrong thing
Gets you laughed at or ridiculed
“I’m sorry” is my only weapon
They laugh because I don’t understand
The innuendo they just made
I laugh with them
Between muttered “I’m sorry”s
I don’t let my face disclose
The pain of each chuckle at my expense
Weeks later I still hear it echo
As I relive my stupidity
So I’m sorry that I think too much
And remember everything you’ve ever said
I’m sorry I can’t let things go even after all this time.
-JE

do you think I'm bad
because I do bad things

My father shouting at me
loud enough to wake my dead grandfather, the
red air is frightening     I try not to tremble,
it makes him worse,
he hits me with a strap -  but his anger soon passes

Tonight the moon seems old,
if it cries it can cry for me because
my sadness is deeper than tears and
the old man I will one day be    will remember this.

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My mother,  happy in her freedom    swims naked in the bathroom
Swims an olympic record from the tap end
to the end where we keep the shampoo.

Beneath the waves she can't hear the
crashing and shouting from the next room.
The bathroom light is  turned out,
the moon fills the bath with its soft-milk.

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Sad is my sister crying tears like wet feathers.
Crying for a pain she wants to, but can't feel. Her tears
are starved birds that never learn to fly.

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My sister cries the guilt of an expert,
My mother tends herself with soft lotions,
My father, a helpless bystander to his own rage,
wears spectacles passed down by his father.

--

Tonight the moon is my quilt
Heart-beats are held and all is muffled
The rage is the sea
My skin milks the light now.




MChallis © 2014
www.martinchallis.com

Words that form, have no meaning.
The truth I speak,
Isn't the truth.
Alone in this new life of mine,
Imprisoned in this cage built by my own hands.
The directions are a blur,
As my feet step on thorns.
I lament my fall, I cry out in despair.
A song bereft of word or rhyme.
Falling to oblivion that lures me in,
Promising happiness like a lullaby.
Fallen.
*Promise.

You’re my tortured skin begging to feel your touch
Your words kiss me on my lips, your description
Fascinates me, with mouths wide open you hold me
In my vision….

You tell me I am your temptress of emotions, as you outline
My face with your fingertips, you touch me with a hunger
That burns, as my hand glide across your chest.. my face
rubs your manly hair, as my vision of you makes me smile…

With every step you make me in an ****** vision tunneled
I swallowed your intoxicate silhouette, as sweat drips
From my eyelashes, my lips tremble, as you approach me
I am open in the vibration of the vision …

Our bodies molten by the hot liquid of our lava, we gyrates
In our convulsion of each other, I see you turn In my direction
My pulse races at a faster impulsion, you stand there, soaking in my sight
I don’t want to walk away from this vision ….

Debbie Brooks 2014

Bleed me deathly dry
So i cry in pain i cry
Wishing i was away
Away with my lover
The lover of my life

But her breath has paused
and mine becomes short
Short as our own existence
and we seize to exist

Our life drains
Upon the floor
The killer smiles.....
"How bout one more."