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 Aug 2018 Jester
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Jun 2018 Jester
Shannon
she held the weapon in her hand,

cut open her chest,

and handed him herself.

her heart was torn, willingly,

pulsating in his hand.

he was her life,

he was her reason,

and she handed him hers infront of him.

she was devoted,

she was gold,

she couldn't love another,

only the one who held her heart in their hands.

she asked him to cradle it,

she asked him to care for it,

she asked him to love it, and nurture it.

and so he did,

he hugged it,

and he fed it,

with adoration and love,

but the next thing she knew,

he had played too hard.

he had crushed it,

and bruised it,

battered alive,

she was blind,

she did not realise he had used it,

and lied.

and so he walked away,

after feeling uninterested,

he took her heart with her,

and left her to bleed,

she cried,

she tried,

but it still wasn't enough.

she knew that someday she'd see him,

and it would be tough.
 Jun 2018 Jester
Shannon
one day i want to wake up,

beside you.

i want to feel your breath on my skin,

your lips lingering over my cheeks,

and your hands caressing me,

with a grasp unlike others,

and what would feel like home.

a grasp so careful, and protective,

like nobody would know.

i want to wake up beside you,

and have you love me,

all of me, for who i am.

i want to wake up beside you,

and not have you leave,

while we're making a language

that nobody can understand.

i want to wake up beside you,

while you feed me with affection,

honey sweet mutterings in my ear,

whispering things you want me to hear.

i want to wake up beside you,

i want to feel a sanctuary, a peace.

for you are my home,

let me have that please.
 Jun 2018 Jester
Shannon
You told me you loved me,
You lied to my face.
You stole my heart,
And put it in a case.

You locked it away,
So far away.
You own it, you stole it,
It can't run away.

You told me you loved me,,
You lied to my face.
You closed my mouth,
Just incase.

You told me not to tell anyone,
You made me promise.
You made me quiet,
I still broke that promise.

You told me you loved me,
You lied to my face.
You stole my mind,
and entrapped it away.

You bruised me,
You hurt me.
This isn't the way.
Why did you have to
Do it anyway?

You told me you loved me,
You lied to them.
You put on a smile,
And a façade.
They believed you,
And threw my words away.

You told me you loved me,
You still lied to the rest.
I knew you were lying,
This wasn't what was best.

You lied, you pried,
You said you wouldn't do it again.
I cried, and cried,
You still inflicted the pain.

You told me you loved me,
You lied to yourself.
You said you were sorry,
But that couldn't help.

Stop, oh stop,
You did it, nonstop.
You hit, you bit,
I just wasn't enough.

You told me you loved me,
You lied, oh you ******* lied!
You could never love,
With your demons inside.
atop the apex
is a most precarious point
to be stationed

the slightest tremor
can topple down the tip's vantage
engineers know this

yet some will insist
on being seated trickily there
clinging to the edge

like inane humpty dumpty
setting himself well up for
an inglorious fall
 Feb 2018 Jester
Riley Myers
Hidden eyes behind a lock
It may not be the time
It wasn't by design
Veronica

Rabbit holes may lead to better places
Far away from where we were before
Can't you see the way I feel about you

Posted her vacancy for love
Knows her nose can lie
Right between her eyes
Veronica

Rabbit holes may lead to better places
Far away from where we used to be
Can't you tell me only what is true

Dreams of futures stories told
Forbidden fruit
and Parachutes
Veronica
 Feb 2018 Jester
KJ
I’m sorry
I’m sorry for always saying sorry
I’m sorry I don’t know how to not feel sorry

I’m sorry if you don’t understand
Why I have to always say sorry
I’m sorry

Sorry sorry
I’m sorry for everything
Apologize for breathing

I’m sorry I let him make me feel sorry
Panic at imaginary mistakes
I’m sorry

I had to apologize for being alive
So sorry, don’t be angry
I’m sorry

I made sure to apologize
When he got that look in his eye
I’m so sorry

Don’t make eye contact
Look down at the ground
I’m sorry

Sorry sorry sorry
I’m sorry
Maybe someday, I won’t feel sorry
sorry
It's unlikely I'll ever make "THE DAILY."
(Woo hoo, to you who do)
I'm more of a chipping away with a pick
Than setting up the dynamite
Type of writer.
Stamen and Pistil
fistfuls and blissful
you concrete my grounding


deep cave diving
tall tree climbing
The smell of you is astounding.

Nectar and pollen
like ***** and *****
Rod is fallen
serpent does yearn.

My flowers bloom
only under your moon
and your sun light just
bakes me away.


Couldnt have known you
a moment to soon
and the moment just
takes me away.


Cycle spinning
cross over and spiraling
Moon whoreship sinning
frequency dialing

I think we are just feeling it out.
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