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 Dec 2013 Alexandrina
Jeremy Duff
Whisper softly,
I'm all ears.
Kiss my neck
and baby, I'm yours.

Stay inside,
a little longer.
We have yet
to satisfy our hunger.

I can't stop
and take time to think.
No, it ain't my nature,
would you like a drink?

Just sit back
and rewind
to all the nights
when you were mine.
This raises a few questions for myself:
What nights were you ever mine?
Do I really want you?
Do I deserve you? (not in the slightest)
Would you be good for me?
Would we be good to each other?
 Nov 2013 Alexandrina
Shang
walls
 Nov 2013 Alexandrina
Shang
her bane-strewn lips
practices misery
on my neck
like question-mark fingertips
wondering how lonely I really am?
as if her god-struck eyes
no longer believe
I am the victim..

the suffering shadows
beneath my eyes,
all wrapped in mirrors,
their only purpose is to reflect;
to pretend I understand
each layer I've revealed

I'll admit, you are my enemy.
I'll never understand.
© Shang
When I just
turned thirteen
life was a dream
wonder abound in
the air
I didn't care
that was all in my mind
now I think too much
and waste my time
how did I become
so much
less
when all I wanted
was to be
more
Drifted
slipped
fell
from a goal
that could fulfill
my soul
phone call with mom
asked what was wrong
and what course in life
would make me feel
better than alright
before I could think
words formed
"English Teacher"
Daniel Magner 2013

Tears filled my eyes
for awhile now I've felt useless
aimless and wasted
a deadbeat
remembering how I used
to be
Soon I will be applying for
transfer to a four year
university
so I can
teach
If I awoke
one day to find
the past six years
were but a dream
I would rejoice
and change all
the things
I've come to
regret
Daniel Magner 2013
Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
It’s always the same,
Hiding in that pitch dark room,
Like a terrified animal on the floor.
Heart pounding as if to leap from
my chest.
It always starts the same way,
Always . . . every time.

Up through the glass,
bright as a night sun,
The full moon stands suspended,
Big and gold, looking like the face of man.
Is it God I wonder?
Is that him looking down,
Watching me, cowering here?
In this black-as-a-cave room,
On my hands and knees,
Teeth chattering, ******* myself,
Fearful beyond all reason?

I crawl away from the window,
Deeper into the blackness of the kitchen.
Brushing past the woodstove,
still hot from that night’s fire,
Inching on my belly towards the corner table,
Its massive covered pedestal my remote destination,
My safe harbor,
My child’s imagined salvation.

Powerful angry footsteps,
Naked feet slapping pine wood floors,
Coming fast, their rhythmic thump echoing,
With evil resolve and harmful intent.
He’s coming, coming again for me!
I tuck myself up under the big table,
Wrap my arms tight around the oaken tower,
Jam my bare feet under one of the table’s claw feet.
And dig in!

Looking back at the window
and the bright face in the air,
I silently prey, yet scream it inside my head,
“God if that is you looking down through
That window, do something. . . Help me!”

He’s inside the room.  
I can hear him breathing hard,
Even smell his vile stench.
Tobacco stink, whiskey and death.
He’s close now.

The metallic swish and trailing sparks
of a sulfur match hastily struck on stove top,
Produce a near blinding flare.
A single wooden taper ignites a flame,
Extinguishing the darkness,
Of my enveloping cloak of fleeting invisibility.

The devil sees me now,
Knows where I hide!
His massive, claw-like hand reaches down towards me.
I tighten my grip on the table and tense my body.
Closing my eyes, I open my mouth to scream!

It’s always this way, always . . . every time.
A few lines from one of my manuscripts as yet
unpublished. Not a poem in the classical sense,
but I like the verse and pace.

It describes what many of us fear or have feared.
The boogey man, real or imagined. Recurring
dreams or nightmares.

I actually had this dream some years ago, it
disturbed me enough to be the seed of a thought
that grew into an entire Novel of Period Fiction.
Inspiration comes from surprising places.
 Nov 2013 Alexandrina
Jeremy Duff
I thought having a cigarette break
would allow my heartbeat to return
to a standard clip
so I stepped outside
and had one or five smokes.

The winter night was
crisp and it was cold
and the air I returned to it
was polluted and poisonous.

Noticing a star in the sky
I decided to follow it
and it took me to Greenland
and there I met
a beautiful little boy
who told me it was time for him to go home.

He invited me into his home.
standing on the doorstep like a
succubus, his mother greeted
me with sanguine lips
and rosy cheeks.

After dinner
they told me it was time for me to go home
and so I followed the first star that caught my eye
and it brought to the place where we
fell out of love
and there on the ground
I found a circle of wine bottles
that sparkled, containing their dry fluid
they beckoned me to sip
and harshly I did.

The trees barked
and the bark whispered
and the willows
never wanted to be alone again
and so I drank and I drank and I drank
until my body was full
of heat.

I followed the smallest star I could see
and it brought me to your back porch.
Covered in snow and *****
from the winter clouds
I stood, not ready to knock
but more than ready to see you.

I sent out an invitation to you,
via the wind
and you answered with a demonic growl telling
that all is well and I should not be treading here.

Softly
and solemnly I returned inside
to the place I was before,
smelling of cigarettes and apathy.
Distraught,
she asked me where I had been and I told her
I saw an old acquaintance outside
and just needed to recollect.
It’s just me and my mindless indulgence
we throw one hell of a party for two
my apologies ahead of time for calling
the toxins always brought me to you
after all this is the mess you loved to lay with
this is the boy you always wanted to be with
I haven’t seen him in some years now
every since my troubles caught up and threw him out
from time to time he still comes around
shows up buzzed and happy, gets drunk and eventually falls down
the way she cared well it really scared me
that girl she made me feel everything when she spoke to or touched me
most will spend their whole lives looking for what we had instantly
but now the time has gone and left us nothing
nothing more than a home in these pages
a story to never be told but one for the ages
a girl with a thief of a smile
a boy made victim by it
the kind of attraction you don’t encounter in real life
you know the type
it makes an artist paint, a musician sing and a writer write
the type of love that inspires beauty and it was all mine
even though you never were this memory is all mine
 Nov 2013 Alexandrina
Jeremy Duff
I write about it a lot,
but the truth is
love is fleeting.

Like a bird
that lands on a lamppost
it will remain for only a moment.
Before departing;
spreading it's wings
and flying to a new heart.
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