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 Sep 2017 Opal
Sebastian Lim
A flight away,
oceans apart,
video calls everyday,
pumping my heart,
but
trust & issues,
are similar to tumours,
countless tissues,
shunning rumours,
however
you did not cause this pain,
i did this to myself,
the idea of you with someone else is grain,
you’re not good for my health
my first heartbreak
 Sep 2017 Opal
Mal4short
Misery
 Sep 2017 Opal
Mal4short
We wasted time falling in love
You studied my rise
As you watch my fall
I had enough
As you teach me
A lesson in misery

You bleed me dry
Again and again
I deserve to be happy now
I’ve had enough
As you teach me
A lesson in misery
 Sep 2017 Opal
The Centurion
Promise
 Sep 2017 Opal
The Centurion
Every day I put on a fake smile.
Wondering if I can keep going for a while.
Asking myself if I want to live today.
Or be like the sunset and fade away.

But as  the sunsets, it rises again.
For I know this is not my end.
I'll keep going through the struggle and strive.
Hustling and grinding to get that millionaire life.

I refuse to be another statistic.
I have to be positive and optimistic.
That I will see this life through.
My demons won't conquer me and I know this to be true.
 Sep 2017 Opal
redemptioneer
Mom says I entered the world blue     unmoving like a cracked starling egg     I entered the world without a sound     though Mom says she saw the noise    

Each time we drive past the hospital    I am reminded of how much it cost     to keep me here     I think     my parents want their money back     I think     I want to stop being blue
    
Last summer Mom cried when she saw it:     a baby robin     fallen from its nest,     still pink and fleshy — not blue, still moving — and it cried for her   I could barely hear it     but Mom saw the noise     She listened for a moment more     then smiled    
Something inside me went cold     as we walked away to the sound of eggshells     cracking
 Sep 2017 Opal
Cné
Long lines looped the carousel
the first time you gazed my eye,
mounted on that chestnut mare,
grasped tight to the reigns up high.

I see his face around the bend,
a corn dog in his hand.
Locking eyes as I rise. I blush,
above the crowd he stands.
  
Light flickers, mouths water
delicate contoured lips laugh. I smile.
The music hesitates along with my breath.
I think I'll be staying awhile.

Bewildered and a little dizzy,
I dismount with a giggle.
I lick my dry lips, dreamily,
hoping he is single.

With the wind, a light mist blows.
I can see her slowly get wet,
stumbling she falls my way.
I'm excited, this day isn't over yet

Drip, drip, drip upon my face,
anxiously, I turn to hurry.
In my haste, he catches my waist
swallowing... I fall covertly.

Lips moisten, I pull her near
a kiss, slipped, tongues twirl,
wanton whispers whisked away,
drenched deep passion's unfurl.

A stranger's kiss upon my lips
beneath the dreary skies.
Soaking wet, I'm still on fire
He caught me by surprise.

A stranger's kiss upon my lips
beneath the queching skies.
Heaven sent, a burning desire;
she, such a welcomed surprise.
A collaboration with TSPoerty.
In honor of the State Fair of Texas opening day ... tomorrow.
https://hellopoetry.com/TS_Poetry/
Thanks for the ride Tim!
 Sep 2017 Opal
Abby Jo
My heart got excited
Then got let down
Decided not again
Until you came around.

My heart got excited
Then got let down
Never again, not this time around.
 Sep 2017 Opal
Morgan
My face wears the pain of many women before me
I am exhausted, drained like a well that sits waiting for someone to fill it.
I have expected you to fill me up when you take but that never happens
It’s been four years now and I continue to wait like Sleeping Beauty
Clueless.
I have tasked you with a job that you cannot complete,
For how can I expect you to give me what I so desperately need when you can’t even help yourself?
 Sep 2017 Opal
emma l
narcissa
 Sep 2017 Opal
emma l
i wonder if the need to talk about myself comes from the stars;
narcissism is a common trait in all three of my signs,
taurus, leo, and scorpio;
or it could be the fact that i'm an artist;
a person who tells their own story over and over through means of different media.
i've always said that artists are narcissists,
we come built with an inherent fixation on ourselves,
an insatiable desire to fill the world with us;
we need to be seen, need to be heard, need to be felt.
but i'm not so sure if that's it.
artists, we want to be known for our work;
i want that, and i want to be known for me.
i want to be thought of when i'm not around,
i want someone to hear something and think of my face.
i want to talk someone's ear off.

i live my whole life in a jar;
i don't speak much,
and i'm often too quiet to be heard from behind the glass.
can the world be about me, for a minute?

i can't control how people see me inside this jar,
i can't control the weather,
or the future.
i have no control over anything at all;
can i explain myself?
can i explain?
can you hear me?
i'm annoying
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