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 Aug 2013 ANH
adam hicks
i'd confess all my crimes
to wind up behind your bars
watching airplanes cut the sky with their contrails
through my window
i lay on your chest
my coffee breath on your neck
you touch me soft like piano keys
my strings aren't in tune
but you play me like i'm a symphony
when your lips found mine
you left your song in my mouth
my chest is the vatican
bellowing smoke signals
from my highest tower
for the day that we met
i will never forget
the night you looked at me
like you were seeing me for the first time
you sent shivers so hard down my spine
that my rivers flowed over their sides
you make me feel like crooked trees
on the sides of mountains
your altitude was so high
and so was i.
 Aug 2013 ANH
Marshall CB Hiatt
Lie down your head soft angel,
Close your lightning eyes,
Rest all of your thoughts,
Ignore all of the lies,

Drift into the world of dreams,
Drift into the realm of seeing,
Tis only there I can hold you,
The only time you can feel me.

Seeing you sleeping has worth,
Like watching a kisser’s first,
Or seeing a burning star fly,
So quickly and sharply across the sky.

Love tastes like the ice on a comet.
 Aug 2013 ANH
Marshall CB Hiatt
Read
 Aug 2013 ANH
Marshall CB Hiatt
After the morning dew melts,
You can find me,
I will be outside
My local Library.

Inside are more than books,
Recordings and tapes,
Inside you’ll find Captain Hook,
Earthquakes that shook, and probably a Rook.

The pages are black
And white,
But the stories can easily make us
Cry.

Go.
Read just one,
A dozen more,
Who knows.

But read,
Because reading opens doors.
 Aug 2013 ANH
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True Bliss
 Aug 2013 ANH
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I could write all day
about the one
I'm in love with
but the writing
would be intense
and explicit
just like our
romance

my mind is consumed
by ***, love, control, vanity
I think he made me lose
not just my soul
but also my sanity

mindfucked.

he touched
he teased
he loved
he took it.

he took my heart
like I took his
I guess this is
true love
true

bliss
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Aug 2013 ANH
Dougie Simps
I love the way, I love the way you work it...baby drop it slow, the vibe is so perfect,
Her body proves to be worth it...skin butter cream...she enhances every fantasy, a real life *** dream…she's arches her back, then pushes back, slow it down girl, just like that...**** Im gettin weak...toes curling on my feet, she moves to the rhythm, thrusting to the bass of the beat.
Kisses to my chest, all the way up onto my neck...her nails diggin in, I'm holdin the back of her neck...(tap,tap,tap) she screaming "oh god!" Her pleasures she might confess..like "your love is the best" "babe! Hold on...I can't catch my breath"
Swimming all in her ocean,
The scenery turns wet,
I just realized I can't remember her name...guess for now ill call her regret, or maybe first date ***? Or maybe one night stand?
9months later ill call her karma, when I hold a child in my hand...
Stories of ****** encounters
Keep the mind, blind and not let it think it through...I was infatuated with her she was lusting for me too, things can get so crazy out body temps rising got me confused...was this all a mistake? Or something I was supposed to do?
I snap outta my daydream, I got caught into a stare...
She's still on top of me, should I tell her that I'm almost there?
My body feel like novacane, her pink matter offered a exchange...for my solider to cross the land...in which this new land he will claim...my nightmare is formulating from this sensation she's creating
I only wanted just one night...she treated it like we were mating..
Decisions are weighing, all on my brain
I know 15 minutes of pleasure, just made a lifetime change
We finished, she put her arms around me and then slowly whispered, "my name is the one to blame" she closed my eyes and made me kiss her.
-Dougie simps
RnB is my real love, seductive writing is my passion.
Another story Simon tells
of pixies and of wishing wells
of ladies laying down in dells
and princes passing by.
Sent this to A LADY in Estonia who made a banner of it and put it on Pinterest..cool stuff.
Innosance is a Fetish;
God and Lucifer are Allusions
to the Human Condition.
A poet really ought to be
someone who sleeps like you and me,
and not one who would spend his night
fighting with the words that might turn into prose or rhyme.

Every time I think like this
I kiss the day goodbye and settle down with pen and ink
and think more words than you might think and sometimes sink into the night and think that this verse sounds alright
but when I read the words aloud,
I change them once or twice but being proud I do not tell mere
mortals of this living hell.

And in the finishing when ink's diminishing and hands are sore
I read my words again,
a bore, I know,
but poets know it too and this is what poets will do.
An odd breed indeed
these men who live to feed on words and worse
turn them to poetic verse
I curse them all
and I curse me
for loving this
the poetry.
 Aug 2013 ANH
Alastur Berit
Today I planted summer.
I dug through the slumbering roots of spring,
the hollowed out tubes of earth where cold rested,
Biting through roots and earth and little bits of ice,
an ice colder than life and ice colder than death
rested, eating up all the warmth.

I started with this, the cold. I couldn't
melt them myself,
winter must always come again.
So I just pushed it off, the cold. I tucked it away.
Because I had the seed.
So I tucked the seed into the ground, beaming golden
I stepped away while it began to live, while its potential unfolded.
And oh, the potential.

Summer breezes, ocean tides, green grass,
new loves, the gold of sunlight. Barely audible, a voice sang.
Sang of melting and moving and shifting and growing and
burrowed into the earth finding all the cold
melting the frozen joints of the earth, to kiss the ice,
to stave off the freezing of the earth.

The energy of the sun and nature itself wound through that seed
and spread out through the soil.
And I, I only planted it. So I went home to wait for spring.
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