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Aug 2013 Abigail

his lust

Aug 2013 Abigail

karen champagne

his lust

So smooth, your skin. You say.
That lust of yours.
Do you always get your way.
I say.
I remember that kiss on those lips, so
Warm and yet so chilly.
The thought of the unknown.
They say in the blink of an eye.
May I blink and keep my eyes open, while you keep your eyes closed.

Jul 2013 Abigail

roar

Jul 2013 Abigail

KS

roar

I reserve the right
To love myself
Instead of you.
I will not fight
You on this matter
I do not owe you
My energy.
I am woman
And I will roar
Only if I want to.
And if I do roar
It will be for my ears only.
I do not roar for you
I do not roar for your contemptuous looks
For your verbal right hook.
I will not be brought down
For all that you claim you can offer me
For I claim that you offer me
Nothing more than a mirror
Of my own flaws.
I see my flaws
And I raise you yours
Right back, now.
Acknowledge your weakness.
Acknowledge yourself.
Acknowledge this:

I reserve the right
To love myself
Instead of you.

Jul 2013 Abigail

Sin

Jul 2013 Abigail

Nihl

Sin

A bottle of bourbon,
Lay at my heels.
A stubbed cigerette,
Ushers three thousand more.
-
Why?
All the better to **** me dear.
To ***** out my life,
To **** my sorrow,
To cease my suffering.
-
It's like acid upon the brain,
A burn upon the skin,
A kick upon the shin.
I can no longer lie my dear,
I can't longer let evil in.
To lie to you,
Darling,
Love.
Would be worse than any heavens sin.
I've robbed, I've killed, I've forsaken and sinned.
The worst thing I ever did,
was let evil in.
-
I need redemption,
Retribution,
Reincarnation,
Rapture.
-
But for now I'll settle for a lighters light,
And a cigarette,
If you'd be so polite.
And sip of *** would be mighty right,
And a hot warm gut for tonight's respite.
I'd be awful rude,
But tonight's the night.
Naught angels wings but demons,
Take to flight.
But care none for evil dear,
You'll rise to heavens' brilliant light.
And this one...?
Well he'll be allright.

N.H.

Mar 2012 Abigail

E. (The Reflection of Lost Rhythms)

Mar 2012 Abigail

Katy Laurel

E. (The Reflection of Lost Rhythms)

Sometimes I dig for it.
The lost fragment of my hips,
The way they swayed in front of your lips.
Now lost among the shredded portrait of our kiss.

I shove my fingertips into the night,
looking among the velvet moon and starlight
Between his long legs, underneath her tongue's site
Hoping to taste that bittersweet comfort of pain and flight.

To savor the honesty in the style I loved you
the silent mockery of poetic words desperately glued
to the confused pupils of your green eyes which unconsciously threw
those words of commitment under sly smiles and hidden hands tracing my tattoos.

But sometimes I find it
after a couple of beers and a sip of smoke.
Do you remember the rhythm those humid nights provoked?
They infected my brain with wanderlust and the feeling when time chokes
on whatever logic a perfect second shouts at the unawareness of a lover's hope.

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