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 Jan 2019 Jae
Gerry James
Her Spell
 Jan 2019 Jae
Gerry James
I just sit and gaze,
And watch my walls burn in a blaze,
As I become captive to her eyes,
I see my darkest dreams

But I take a glance
In thought that I have a fleeting chance
Of escaping from her,
Not yet, it seems.

I fall to my knees
And I utter my pleas,
But she just smiles,
In the darkness, her smile gleams.

My demons scream and yell,
But it's no use,
Coz I’m under her spell.
This is crazy man what's going on? I ain't ever felt this way before
 Jan 2019 Jae
Raul Zamarripa III
I’ve been sitting in the bathtub
For fifty-six minutes,
Shower running,
Counting the water drops
On the wall.
I see you in each droplet.
I see your face,
Your smile deliquescing
Into molecules
I can no longer find.
Water drops are
Memories long forgotten.
I’ve counted 3,871.
I still reminisce.
I still love you.
To contain my lament
Is to count droplets.
To you,
I’ve dissolved into
The past.
To me,
Well...
3,872...
 Sep 2017 Jae
Amber
Girl
 Sep 2017 Jae
Amber
Flowered walls and pictures with scenes

of young girls
Only dressed to be seen.

A record player and a too large bed

A lonely girl who was lost in her head

She was waiting
Waiting
Waiting

For a savior

And not the Jesus that her father gave her..

Her religion became
Books
Music
Thoughts

Anything that could take her away
From those four walls.

From the nothing
That was
Every.
Single.
Day.

Like a shell

Wandering halls
And bus isles

Empty hallways
That were her home

A tiny
Small spirit
Who was all alone.

Nothing changed.
There was no one and nothing to find.

The thing that she looked for

Was only in her mind.
From every realm, warmth has laid its hands upon hours
That have felt the caress of a moonless night
Over distant hills and places where darkness surrounds
The features of a soul’s desire to be loved only
For what lies inside

In times of thunder and lightning, there is still ecstasy
Hidden in the love that lies unceasing
Within the thoughts of sweetness warmth embraces
Interwoven in the features of a soul’s desire
To keep breathing

Soon the wheel of fate will spin into a new morning
Until you no longer remember yesterday
Then warmth will steal in with fingertips that play
Along the features of your soul’s desire
To love anyway
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
 Jul 2017 Jae
Poetic T
She never spoke but words where embellished upon
her features. Her distressed ink smudged on her white
features marking on ever word painted upon her.

Her purity was now blemished not as it was, but with
ever word discarded on her she became not once before.
voices became stains on every part of her anatomy.

Features were darkened but her visage was scared never
to be as what was before. Words can hurt even become
part of us, but others can stain our purity with just words.
 Jul 2017 Jae
Tshili698
Your name sounds like a hurricane in my chest, exits my lips like debris from a storm that ravaged the land of my memory.
It sounds like the culmination of pain, like the breaking of the earth, like the ground swallowing my joy, like the sun fell from the sky and burnt my peace to a crisp, like a tsunami drowning the remnants of my hope, it chokes and gropes at my serendipity.
Your name sounds like dying light, like the stars being ripped from the sky, like a moon that will never see the sun rise and a sun that will never see the moon smile.
Your name sounds like the saddest story ever told, like living your whole life alone, like your body not wanting itself, like a child that will never be loved.
It sounds like a weeping man, like everything he ever loved being taken from him.
It sounds like armageddon in my soul, like my spirit being shattered by the quakes of your hate, like the butterflies in my stomach taking their last flutters, like the day the earth will stand still...like the end of everything I will ever know.
Your name sounds like the birth of death. So you'll have to forgive, for the fact that I keep it locked away in the abyss of my forgetfulness.
I still wanna see my tomorrow.
 Jul 2017 Jae
soulessgrey
let me go
 Jul 2017 Jae
soulessgrey
fleeting moments and replicated memories. time healed no one. faded presence; residual scars. drowning in a sea of impossibilities; everything you no longer held dear.

in the midst of it all, a voice pleads,

*"let me go."

— The End —