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 Jul 2013 Morgan
Leelan Farhan
After I speak of you,
my throat burns for days

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 3 2013
 Jul 2013 Morgan
Leelan Farhan
I'm everything you don't understand
a little beauty on demand.
Peel back my damaged skin,
let yourself drown in my blood
-- in my body.
Revel in my flesh,
because you will never touch my thoughts

Even these words that I spin
-- you can only lick them,
taste them,
but never hold them.
Never truly grasp my intentions
-- I keep those in a bottle by my bed
Don't even try to untangle the mess
inside my head.

I'm a catastrophic volcano,
going off from time to time.
Lying dormant, but when I explode
there will be nowhere to hide.

There are demons in my mind
-- demons you will never be able
to find.

Touch me all you want
-- drink in my flesh and bone.
You can take my body,
for it's my thoughts
you will never
own.

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    June 23 2013
 Jul 2013 Morgan
Leelan Farhan
I envy the feathers,

I envy the sea.

I envy the world,

for the world is not

me.

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan.
    August 30 2011.
written a while ago, but is how I'm currently feeling.
 Jul 2013 Morgan
Megan Grace
Can't you just
have the same
thrumming in
your chest for
me that I have
for you?
 Jul 2013 Morgan
AJ
Irreversible
 Jul 2013 Morgan
AJ
There's something very sad about
Watching a big boulder erode away
Into millions of tiny grains of sand.

There's something very sad about
Finding the big dipper amoungst the stars
But never finding anything else.

There'a something very sad about
Realizing that this is your last horra
And the party is over.

There's something very sad about
Putting on a blindfold
And taking a sunset stroll on the beach.

There's just something very sad.
 Jul 2013 Morgan
Cadence Musick
the ache of a violin
thrums in your stomach
a soft sad whisper
and a gray smudged tear
ink calligraphy on a cheek;
a wreck of beauty
so wonderfully ruined.
a glorious ship sunk
and decaying in dust
under leagues
of ocean
reminding us
that the prideful
can be broken.
 Jul 2013 Morgan
MITCHELL
Jelly
 Jul 2013 Morgan
MITCHELL
Bound by something special,
perhaps spiritual?
like pieces
Of some fragmented soul
that are drawn to one another.
Things seem to have fallen into place
For this ancient being.
together we synthesize thoughts,
I once thought only I could constitute.
Energies that bounce off one another
leading down multitudinous passages
helping to emphasize my Existentialism
As one we create the most primordial bond.
with the third part of this fragmented soul
we shall call for Lunar Diplomacy's
and shake the very fabrics of the universe.
Because who's to stop us?
free from all judgement's in each-others presence
anything is possible.
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