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 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
daisies
Unable to decipher the reasons behind
mistaking politeness for shyness.
Trust me, I am definitely in my zone.

Incapable of fathoming why is it a grave mistake to be quiet.
I am fighting my inner demons.
I do not wish to speak to you.
A question mark
is only an exclamation mark
that strayed from the straight path
in search of answers.
A period is only the end,
setting tracks for a new beginning.
Ellipses
are only thoughts
that never got...
I wanted to say something about love
that has never been said...

So I said this... ahem

"My love is like a tiger with no fangs hooked up to a nuclear power plant headed over by a Rottweiler who can't stop the imminent nuclear meltdown because he doesn't have fingers."

The next poem will be a little less different.
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Haydn Swan
If only you knew the damage caused
a few small words said and forgotten
days and hours of painful analysing
awake late at night, cold sweat haze
reliving, re-enacting, in my mind
caught in a time trap, held on repeat
left on my own, locked in this hurt
I hear my voice repeat as I cry
eternally asking the question, why?
.
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Daisy May
The cutter will cut in a cutters world,
the hurt won't stop in a life unfurled,
the blood will drip like drops of rain
eaten alive by sorrow and pain
you will feast on smiles and greed
but Ill just cut and watch it bleed
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Haydn Swan
If I held out my hand
would you take it ?
it's warmth ready to permeate your soul
but what would it tell you of me ?
the scar on my finger
the wrinkling skin
the crooked pinkie
the gnarl on my thumb
stories to be told
if you would only take hold.
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Haydn Swan
Sitting in a pool of ****,
other peoples ****,
**** all over me,
I am nothing,
just an object,
a still life subject
art school joke,
I'm a mess,
a **** stain,
a fugitive on the run,
running away from life.
I tell you all my stories
And you inhale them,
Eager and entertained and hungry for more.
You build a little picture of me in your mind,
Your brilliant, beautiful mind,
And you love them because you love me.
But the best thing of all
Is that you are in the picture now,
And you are one of my stories;
A dream that came true.
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Tupelo
Stale
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Tupelo
I've grown tired of love poems,
They are all dried up ink,
Forgotten valentines,
Stale ideas to think,
Upon receiving your letter,
I remembered the weather,
Care package bouquets,
and I hope you get betters,
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Tupelo
Shipped
 Jan 2015 Sarah Davis
Tupelo
Send away my soul,
Packaged and sealed,
Handle with care,
For the contents fragile,
Upon arrival,
Unwrap the entrails,
Return to sender,
These fractured pieces
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