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Viola Jan 2016
Oh this pain
withers me
to my old bones
I wish I had a hand to hold
but every man that touches me
eventually turns ice cold
I always have to fly on my own
til I find the warm heart
That I'll make my home
then maybe
I'll learn to be happy
and warm
safe from harm
But right now
I'm lonely
with love
losing it's charm
I feel the familiar feeling
reeling up to the goodbye
I don't know what to do
So I just let it lie in silence
And I give up my reliance
Wait in defiance of how we will become you and me.
How I'll try to forget your name
That will scar my heart
As another one, who I believed could be the one.
And I'll remember how I said I love you,
And you didn't say a thing.
And I'll give up on what we had between us.
Kick myself for caring to much.
And brush it off, and be strong.
But maybe, I am the one who is wrong.
  Jan 2016 Viola
stéphane noir
to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.
  Jan 2016 Viola
raine cooper
maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring
©rainecooper
  Jan 2016 Viola
Jesse Osborne
I love being gone from a place
long enough to remember it in pieces.
The words of some old song
piecing themselves together
in the back of my throat,
    
(I'll
         be
             seeing
                         you.)

                 Like rust on the underbelly of my car.
Or warm-walled cafés
where I tasted the lips of lovers.
                 The way winter tears
                 my Mother's skin apart,
and how potholes
remind me of
                 her hands.

Last January I embraced a delirious woman
whose daughter had jumped from a 10 story building.
The whole time she talked about the aching
of children's bones
and how she wished someone would fill in
the cracks on the sidewalks.

I used to say this city gave me growing pains.
I wonder if New York will make me feel smaller.
  Jan 2016 Viola
Charles Bukowski
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you,
something stronger, more intelligent,
more evil, more kind, more durable,
something bigger, something better,
something worse, something with
eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,
something crazier than crazy,
saner than sane,
there is always something or somebody
waiting for you
as you put on your shoes
or as you sleep
or as you empty a garbage can
or pet your cat
or brush your teeth
or celebrate a holiday
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind
so that when it happens
you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to
you
if you are still there.
I think that I am---
I just burnt my fingers on
this
cigarette.
Viola Jan 2016
If
If I reach up real high,
I can touch the marbled sky,
I can walk to the sunset,
I can cry my eyes dry,
I can forget regret,
I can make change,
I can be happy and utterly strange.
Viola Jan 2016
It is not as though you don't love me anymore,
I know you never did.
But who am I to blame you?
As if we have ever known what love is.
You say I am yours and you are mine,
But the truth is that we are only wasting time.
So take my body, take my mind.
But I don't belong to you
And I never will
Quite honestly that is just how I feel.
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