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 Apr 2015 Alan S Bailey
Miki
Poets
 Apr 2015 Alan S Bailey
Miki
Were all walking down a similar road
to a career in suicide
and alcoholic medications
praising something so much
that we die with it
for it
in spite of it
we die
early
whether is be a god
or a girl
we cannot differentiate
we walk in trembling strides
to that alter of
our obsession
and jot down
a couplet
or an epic
or maybe a novel of song
about hate
love
obsession
humanity
oh so many muses unexplored
and we slit our wrists
offering our blood
to a deity who
D O E S N ' T  G I V E  A  S H I T
and we think ourselves holy
that we sacrifice so much
but no
the people on the other
side of the fence
are just smart enough
to know better
 Apr 2015 Alan S Bailey
B Young
this is just something written to stand the test of time
 Apr 2015 Alan S Bailey
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Ribs
 Apr 2015 Alan S Bailey
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This dream isn't feeling sweet
I remember 7 and I thought 17 would be freeing,
I remember dreaming at 13 and thinking love and age would be so sweet,
Though back then I didn't know
That youth can't be beat.

We're reeling through the midnight streets
I used to lie to my mom
So I could stay out late and roam around
Someday no one will ask where I am going,
If I'm coming home or staying out on the town.

And I've never felt more alone
I outgrew people and times in life
Like coats and pants and shoes.
I outgrew my home and myself,
And I never knew I was something I could lose.

Feels so scary getting old*
Every day is an inch closer to
A world in which I have only seen for so long.
School taught me to divide and write,
But it didn't tell me how to stay strong

When I'm 20 and lonely,
When I'm in love and aching,
When I'm trying to replace the youth
That I so easily found myself mistaking

For a span of life to run through
As if it were a field.
I miss 7 like I used to dream of 17.
I ache for the youth that was real.
Italicized are lyrics to Lorde's "Ribs"
I have never been in love with someone to the point where I felt compelled to be with them at random parts of the day for no reason at all.
I have never been so attracted to someone that seeing them just makes me want to tear off all their clothes and make love to them in the most passionate way possible.
I have never felt connected to someone else that when they are not around I feel incomplete.
I have never trusted anyone enough to marry them.
I have never been in someone’s presence with the feeling that they are staring straight into my soul.
I have never had the energy to fight for someone. If something was tearing us apart I just let it happen because I never cared enough to try to make things work.
I have never met someone worth starting a life with.
I have never been with someone who takes away my fear of commitment.
I have never been with someone who gives me the courage to be fearless.
I thought I was in love many times but I see now that I never was.
I haven’t met someone special worth missing, worth crying over years later.
I have yet to meet the person who will make mistakes with me and continue on with life with their hand in mine.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: March. 25, 2015 Wednesday 6:03 A.M.
People stare at me with confused eyes
They ask to know where my secret lies
They wonder where I found my gait
They love the way I articulate
The softness of my arms
My captivating youthful charm:
This is my woman
The woman I have become
All these and more, are my woman

I walk with a quirky poise
People whisper, and it's a delightful noise
The smile on my lips
The curve of my hips
They say I've always been this cool
But honey, do not be fooled:
This is my woman
The woman I have become
All these and more, are my woman

They see fire in my eyes
They say I'm for keeps 'cause I'm a prize
There is a grace in my vibes
Something good to imbibe
The warmth I bring
The joy I bring:
This is my woman
The woman I have become
All these and more, are my woman

There is something about me
How did I come to be?
The reason behind my womanly pride
The reason for my sedate stride
My aura, as that of a beloved emperor
My shoulders high like that of a conqueror:
This is my woman
The woman I have become
All these and more, are my woman

They say I am a mystery
There's definitely more to me
In the stillness of my mind
In the presence of my kind
I become more of the woman I am meant to be
The best of me you are yet to see:
This is my woman
The woman I have become
All these and more, are my woman
Is it not strange, it seems so to me
How much men change after matrimony
When we went steady for every date
He spent hours getting ready, always looked great
There were always flowers, cards or a present
He listened to me for hours, was never unpleasant.
Always so cavalier, caring and kind
Calming my every fear, easing my mind

A love life so fantastic, every other night
Though marriage seemed drastic it all seemed so right
Yes I was his queen, the love of his life
Which made him so keen to make me his wife.
I eventually said Yes and we were wed
I could not have guessed how he would wreck my head
Where did it all go wrong, it’s a mystery
We were not married that long, perhaps you could tell me.

When did the Boys appear, I would love to know
When they went out for a beer did he always have to go?
He turned into a slob, an awful sight to see
He spent more time in his job than he did with me.
He always seemed so grumpy, I never heard him laugh
When I talked to him I was jumpy, he often cut me in half
Our love life got so boring, I thought it might improve
It was only farting and snoring that made the earth move

The weekends were a nightmare, he was stuck in to the telly
It sickened me to see him there, all dishevelled and smelly
Watching football and racing, though he could never pick a winner
Leaving me to do the shopping, then serve him up his dinner
Around the house he was useless, he never did a tap
He always made his excuses, he talked some amount of crap
He treated me like a maid, he had no respect for me
And all the promises he made I remembered bitterly.

He never seemed to think of me like he did before
When he forgot our anniversary I could stay silent no more
When the mood was right I tried my best to explain
But all we did was fight, it was all in vain
All the things he loved about me, he seemed now to detest
I could not make him love me though I tried my level best
So I walked out the door wondering if I was to blame
But then I married twice more and each one was just the same.
 Apr 2015 Alan S Bailey
ANDthenY
I want to love a stalker

He'd be the perfect date

If I told him I was too busy

He'd camp outside and wait


I want to love a stalker

He'd always know the right thing to say

Because he'd eavesdrop on my conversations

He'd follow me all day


I want to love a stalker

Then I'd never be alone

He'd come after me forever

Even when I tell him no


He won't accept rejection

He'll give me his whole life

Even when I say I don't want it

He'd never give up, he'd never cry


I want to love a stalker

Want to fight him and run away

I want him to ****** the boys that come near me

And carry me away


I want to love a stalker

Because I have no other choice

I want to love a stalker

Want him to pin me down and hold me tight


I want to love a stalker

Because I'm always going to fight

If he were a stalker I could say no over and over again

And he would never let me go


Until I say no while thinking yes
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