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 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Amanda
Could you fill my sunday mornings
with little kisses on the nose
between yawns
&
let sleep dance across our eyelids
just for a little

while
more
?
I love sundays.
I think I have fallen in love with Mondays too?
NO, we should love every day. Goodness knows, what giggles and smiles will come our way.
Hi there lovely reader!
I hope where-ever you are, you are having a wonderful sunday.
x
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
y i k e s
eyes as bright as an ocean
with the sun blaring down on it

eyes as deep as an ocean
millions and millions feet below

an ocean i wouldnt mind swimming in for days
and drowning in
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Olivia Kent
Tis the evening,light has faded,
Night creeps over the land,
The lights of the street, my world have invaded,
In need of the beauty of dreamland.
Need to find my lover,
The one that I call my lovely, lovely  sleep,
My lover  lives under my cover,
Carries me off so deep,
As into solo sleep I drift,
The place I rest my weary head,
Between me , myself and I, never a rift,
Best place in the world my bed,
The morning will soon find me, wake me with a morning kiss,
My last day off, Sunday, the one I can't miss.
(c) LIVVI
30W
A ten word poem to
someone with a
dissociative disorder


Soul Survivor
I hope this poem
does not give the impression
I'm making fun.
I'm slightly bipolar so
I have no right to do that!
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
modelb0nes
we sit on the windowsill,
your cold fingertips grasp my thigh.
drinking cranberry juice, pretending it's red wine and that we're somewhere else right now.
somewhere where only we exist, somewhere pleasant and fulfilling. somewhere where
plants grow and leaves turn into dust
when the slightest breeze hits their tips,
where the chlorophyll soothes the atmosphere with oxygen and green.
and in that moment, at that exact moment, I wondered.
I wondered where you were,
how you were doing,
    if you were with me.
Hansel could not see the breadcrumbs,
Gretel was left on her own,
Following the winding trail,
That lead her far away for home.

With only one pair if eyes,
The lurking witch could pass,
Grabbing Gretel with such force,
Her young heart smashed like glass.
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Àŧùl
She's the ultimate girl,
I am her male version,
My dream come true...

Write all our poetry,
Lovingly compose it,
Only for each other..

Luckily for me,
She's a poetess,
Krispi it is you.
The title is in German language meaning "She is my girl"

My HP Poem #564
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2014 Mad Jones
Manqoba
Peaceful words
Let you thoughts float amongst the skies
Beautiful heart
Let the greatness of your actions inspire other souls
Endless possibilities
Let the power of your vision lead you to your goals.

Walk away from the pain and agony
Take the steps to eternal joy
It's your life don't let anything else take authority
Don't let negativity play you like a toy
Live a life you feel is worth living
Remove the doubts that are holding you back
Push until you reach the life you've always been dreaming.

Be out of your mind
Be unique and shine ,
Twinkle through the darkness like a star
Don't let people with judgmental words harm you
They don't even know who you truly are.
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