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Aug 2013 ANH

~The Poet~

Aug 2013 ANH

Mike Hauser

Don't stop now your on a roll
Came shouts from the crowd outside
So he took out pen and paper
In hopes of another rhyme

There were faces pressed against the glass
All looking for a view
Hungry for some answers
In the form of poetic truth

The atmosphere was sticky wet
Droplets forming on his face
A heaviness hung in the air
Nervousness that you could taste

Never doing well under pressure
He has learned this over time
So he goes into his darkened room
To purge all thought from mind

That's when this idea it hits him
What we never have enough
Takes out a permanent marker
Writes on the glass...

...Simply Love

Guess I have a poet trilogy here...
Think I'll stop now...

Aug 2013 ANH

i'm suffocating

Aug 2013 ANH

hkr

i'm suffocating

supposedly
never lying
would help me keep
my life straight
but i'm not sure
these pythons
would stop choking me
just for a spoken word
of truth.

Aug 2013 ANH

"Girl Problems"

Aug 2013 ANH

Dougie Simps

"Girl Problems"

I think it's funny, when girls claim there's no such thing as a good guy when looking for love,
As they go out...
Like you'll find Prince Charming, loaded in the back of the club...you search for a smart dude, instead accept a lying slub…
Who plays the tough guy and starts trouble with any dude who give you a hug.
It's kinda sad...that good girls seem to enjoy the bad...
Makes me question if they were taught self respect from their dad...or maybe they didn't have one so they didn't learn to block ****...so their false interpretation have them skip a star for a useless ***, lets equal out the sum and do a little math, her smart brain plus her beauty equals a *******?wait...let me erase, a new problem I need too create, add the fact that he's ******, and her heart he violates, claiming he works late while goof out on dates as your trusting, naive mind sits home and optimistically waits...
You need to better yourself, see the woman who is great, don't settle for a pretty face and immediately assume it's faith.
Women I'm just trying to help, a dude with a tighten up belt, I can relate too your pain cause I know how being cheated on felt.
I feel for your heart and wanna heal all your minds, just remember a dude on his own knows how to make a woman shine and he loves her for her and will always give her his all...he takes in her beauty but loves her for her flaws.
I know men are tough and at times and ya have enough, we play our cards our way and you constantly have to try and call our bluffs
So to all my women who read this I promise not all of us are the same and all women, we got em'
This here my story for all my beautiful girls
This is Girl Problems.

We aren't l bad

Aug 2013 ANH

Insecurities

Aug 2013 ANH

pandemonium

Insecurities

I’d like to think there’s nothing wrong with me
but every time I look in the mirror,
a mess is all I see.

Who is this girl with curly black hair
that runs down her shoulders like angry waterfall
suffocating her every night as she sleeps alone
but to be honest, there’s not much difference
when they were your hands around her instead.

Who is this girl with coal-like irises
that thinks she’s already dead, that her soul ran away
just a ghost in a body not knowing exactly what to do
quietly roaming around this deceitful city
but they are honest and they see, the monster in you.

Who is this girl with light, bleeding, soft lips
fumbles nervously around everyone she knew
tripping over her own words, about you
struggling to align her messy mind
because it’s always havoc at the thought of you.

Who is this girl who pulls sleeves over her fingers
a constant lie of “I’m fine” to whenever anyone ask her
they try to make her out, another sad girl with cuts over you
but no, not this girl, she is sad with bruises that can’t be seen
bruises that blend well with her porcelain skin.

I am that girl, one who sees perfection in everyone but herself
no matter what anyone tells her, it won’t be enough
I can never have enough of something good
because everything that comes with it,
requires a high price of sanity to pay.

Aug 2013 ANH

Linked.

Aug 2013 ANH

John Edward Smallshaw

Linked.

Sunrise
grabbed me
stabbed me wide awake and took me on a boat ride across the wide and sparkling lake of a bright new, brand new day,but
I can't forget of what yet will come,
Sunset
with its smoking gun, so full of doom
which will play me on a hurdy gurdy dancing to the waning moon,
and of the two I much prefer,
the gentleness of morning air,the touch of freshness on my skin,the will that wills me to begin and start again.

It is strange that as the world moves on, the mountains never seem to change,
rivers always spill towards the sea,like me they know which way to go and flow.
So rich
So full
the promises which pull us on to new endeavours,to reach new heights and scale those mountains of our nights.
Remember though,
the gun sight's aimed
the smoking gun cannot be tamed,it's in us all and everywhere.
I share these thoughts with you as morning struggles through and grabs my arm
to charm and take me
douse me in the lake and make me see
The beauty of what day can be.

Aug 2013 ANH

Inner beast

Aug 2013 ANH

Alex DeLarge

Inner beast

Let me inject some insight into your windpipe.
The things I'd do to you in a dim light - the sin type.
Lace, hair up, high heels, low patience.
A taste; cold hearted with warm embraces.
Divvy up my intentions to evoke your inner beast,
Rummaging thru to devour my winner feast.
Appetite for destruction, thirst for the unconventional,
Back up, head down as the walls resonate your increase in decibel.
No celestial being within these walls when the mood hits,
Deuces, I'll make you see the light more than twice; my stamina defined: ruthless.

Aug 2013 ANH

Untitled

Aug 2013 ANH

Anubis the Philosomancer

Untitled

"Your voice projects so well,
yet you constantly project through it
your ****** up subconscious."

I heard someone say this on the phone in town today.
I thought it was a bit poetic. A bit sadistic, too, but hey.
I think it's at least equally true for the speaker
as it is supposed to have been for the listener.

Jul 2013 ANH

Dates.

Jul 2013 ANH

John Edward Smallshaw

Dates.

Out across the Northern sea
she sits serenely watching me as I sit watching her
two chairs,one space
and Skype lets me
look on her face.
So beautiful,
I'm full of glee
but she sits quietly watching me and sees in telescopic sight a man that might appeal and could he feel her heart beat tenderly?
somewhere across the Northern sea.

I felt the winds ride in her hair as the ocean carries me off,where we'll meet,and yes, her heart beats tenderly.
I'll be her picture on the wall,with colours bright so when she calls to me across the Northern sea,
I'll be in frame
Just wait and she will call my name.
This type of Skyping is no game for children or for lesser men.
When oceans rise and flow quite freely from her eyes
I shall sail across the sea to be wallpapered on her screen,compute the distance,data insistence regulates
and eventually terminates the nightly talk.
tonight I walk
tomorrow free
for we will skype again,
I see the Northern lights
she sees in telescopic sight this man
who waits upon the Southern shore
wanting more.

Oh internet
you'll not regret this meeting of the continents and quite content I sit and wait
until the data gate is opened up for me.
she sits and waits somewhere across
the Northern sea.

Jul 2013 ANH

I Am,

Jul 2013 ANH

Amanda

I Am,

I am the crinkled corner of your lips when you smirk
The freckles on your nose blessed by the Earth
I am the glowing glint in your green eyes
Lighting up my bedroom by no surprise
I am the shiver running through your nervous bones
The raindrops on your windowsill when you’re all alone
I am the warmth in the summer breeze
Twisting through your knotted blonde locks with ease
I am the soft hand tickling your rosy cheeks
The angelic whisper singing you to sleep
I am breakfast for dinner after an endless work day
The warmth of your sheets begging you to stay
I am the lost melody to your old, favorite song
You listen to in your car with the windows rolled down
I am the sweet honeydew sprinkled on maple leaves
A springtime pleasure patched at the sewn seams
I am the peace you search for within
But for peace to initiate you need faith to begin.