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Feb 2014 Lb

eternity

Feb 2014 Lb

Morgan

eternity

he interrupted me
in the middle of
an earth shatteringly
pointless story
to tell me i had
a cute laugh,
in a smoke-filled
garage infront of
all of our friends.
i said,
"alright dude
*******"

that night
i slept in the fetal
position with four blankets
and craved his skin so
bad i didn't even notice
that i bit my lip
until the pool of blood
collecting inside the deep ditch
of my gums, began to taste
of hot metal

today he texted me
while i was at work
and asked if he could
bring me a coffee
i looked at myself
in the bathroom mirror,
sighed and told him
we were busy
then i bought a
coffee for myself,
let the bitter sweet
warm liquid
linger on my tongue
and pretended
it was his lips

alone is a state of being
and i have never been alone,
lonely is a state of mind
and i have never been anything but

Feb 2014 Lb

The Unexpected Goodbye

Feb 2014 Lb

Tiffany

The Unexpected Goodbye

You know she’d wait forever
A grin lighting your face
Drop your bag on the front step
Take a deep breath and reach into space

With a knock on the door
You announce your presence
Your finally home
You can taste her essence

The door swings open to reveal a man
Dark hair and light eyes
Can I help you, he says
Confusion sparks to life

I’m sorry I must have the wrong house
You say with a smile
He nods his head and backs away
When you see the tiny child

She grips her mother’s leg
And your eyes climb above
Where you meet her dreamy gaze
And your heart stills with a thud

Her lips parted gently
And her hair laying loose
A hand rises to her throat
And you resist the urge to accuse

The man looks between you two
And asks what is the matter
Silence is his only answer
And your world slowly shatters

Tear your gaze from her tear filled eyes
And shake your head goodbye
Nothing friend, I just miss my love
And turn your back on her cry

Leave the world you knew behind
As her desperate shouts haunt your mind
But keep on walking just the same
And they said love was blind

Feb 2014 Lb

On Schedule

Feb 2014 Lb

Allen Wilbert

On Schedule

On Schedule

Went through the tunnel, to find the light,
wore sunglasses, future was so bright.
Things sure are going my way,
on schedule with no delay.
Everyone gave me a smile,
that only happens, once in awhile.
Nothing today is gonna go wrong,
on the radio is my favorite song.
Around me the world will revolve,
not a problem, I can't solve.
I know the answer to your question,
just using the power of suggestion.
I sure feel like a winner,
even had my favorite dinner.
Squeezing by every road block,
on schedule according to my clock.
Knowing soon I'll crash and burn,
up ahead will be a wrong turn.
That's when ecstasy becomes reality,
part of my unusual mentality.
Can only be so high, for so long,
I just have to play along.
Feeling like a gutter ball bowler,
on schedule is my bi-polar.
Setting in is a dark depression,
these episodes happen in succession.
Afraid to leave the house,
feeling lower that a baby mouse.
Then again I see that shinning light,
on schedule is again becomes bright.

Feb 2014 Lb

secrets

Feb 2014 Lb

Lyla

secrets

Pillows hold so many secrets.

There's the tear stained nights
and midnight chit chats.
There's whispers of regret
and sleepy heads.

Some turn to pillows from over exaustion
and others toss and turn with insomnia.
Drunken heads that have passed out
and ones that block out the bad with sleep.

Sleep talking, monolouges and bed time storys.
"Dont worry my darling it will all be okay"
Woes are spilt and soaked in
by our trusted pillows.

*If only they could talk, oh the secrets.

Feb 2014 Lb

Hate/Love

Feb 2014 Lb

Allen Wilbert

Hate/Love

Hate/Love

Hate Pepsi, love Coke
hate crack, love to ****
Hate country, love rock
hate boring, love to shock
Hate to ****, love the ***
hate stupid, love wit
Hate football, love wrestling
hate knowing, love guessing
Hate violence, love ***
hate calling, love to text
Hate snow, love rain
hate blood, love pain
Hate cleaning, love cooking
hate darkness, love looking
Hate running, love driving
hate death, love surviving
Hate *******, love ladies
hate the nineties, love the eighties
Hate past, love now
hate to deny, love to allow
Hate the Exorcist, love Freddy
hate shaking, love steady
So many thing I hate,
like always having to wait.
So many things I love,
my life, I'm proud of.
Hate you, love me
hate to argue, love to agree
Hate alone, love company
hate happy, love grumpy
Hate standing, love to sit
hate swallowing, love to spit
Hate alcohol, love ****
hate failure, love to succeed
Hate to read, love to write
hate being nice, love to spite
Hate to stay, love to go,
hate above, love below
I think you get my point,
now go smoke a big fat joint.

Feb 2014 Lb

The sacrafice behind sincerity

Feb 2014 Lb

Ady

The sacrafice behind sincerity

Sweet crumbling words construct my madness.
Life renewed from within the embers in the ashes,
and on the boundaries of the remaining darkness
monsters plunged in to the depths.
Hope whispered murky clear, clustering the facts.
Reality blurred from steam of visions,
long dead stars clouded in the skies.
And as I burrowed in my crystal castle,
a breeze whispered of hidden passions;
it crawled, stealthily, to my covered ears
quietly, faintly, slitheringly.
A serpent in the kingdom of the chaste
A flame in the frailty of ice.
A truth that shattered all frontiers and my words
the sensibility of ours.

Feb 2014 Lb

chances are...

Feb 2014 Lb

Helen

chances are...

Your chances are, your chances are...

Chances are the forecast -
is mistaken.

Rain is inevitable.
Down and bound
to arrive, sourced from
a cloudless sky

Chances are the forecast -
is mistaken.

Death is inevitable.
Down and bound
to arrive.
After one last
cloudless breath
taken, no more.

chances are... I forecast that I would not be here if not for you, breathing in my ear, holding the umbrella over my bowed head as you get wet from a cloudless sky... what a guy ;)
'chances are' is a poem written by Nat Lipstadt... if you don't know him yet, get to know him better here: http://hellopoetry.com/nat-lipstadt/ send him just a little part of you, your scraps, your off cuts and he can turn it into gourmet stew, and you'll think you are eating at a 5 star restaurant... but most of all, he took a part of me that is my heart, I'm grateful he's looking after it...