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 Jul 2014 BÜG
shiloh
vi.
 Jul 2014 BÜG
shiloh
vi.
A tangled heart
Is a work of art
Sweet, deliberate, crochet.
Spare no thoughts
That the prettiest knots
Must all unravel someday.
 Jul 2014 BÜG
Eccentric Enigma
Cotton wisps of clouds do scuttle by
Newborn babies first voiced cry
As if believing in the earth
The willow bends and dips with mirth
Collections gathered over times
Possessions bagged stand all in lines
Deep held thoughts released in breath
Towards our future with one step
Tomorrow fades to today’s yesterday
As upright do the faithful pray
Gathered spirits once thought spent
No longer even anger do we vent
For casting eyes from shadows deep
White sunshine dawns horizons creep
Bringing warmth to solitude
No longer to self do we delude
Visions splashed across clear skies
Forward progress banished lies
Treetops skimming at first try
No longer do we weep or cry
As if in being crystal scene
Life taking shape within our dream
Sorrow banished to the past
Eyes looking forward thoughts we cast
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 Jul 2014 BÜG
Beautiful Shame
Sally sit & stare at the blank white wall.
Expressionless & stiff like a plastic doll.
Her blue grey eyes show no thoughts at all.

But in Sally's head is an escape route.
She dreams of a tall thin man in a fancy suit,
on there dates they have picnics with lots of fruit.
In Sally's head life is quite swell.
But in reality Sally was very ill.
She can't see the difference between real & fake.
Sally's real life is no piece of cake.
Her childhood history would make the bravest shake.
But in Sally's head she is safe,
so inside Sally's head, she will stay.
That is until she met Shay.
They became best friends through thick & thin.
Finally now Sally could truly see again.
Just trying some story type poems.
 Jul 2014 BÜG
Annie Potaktos
i
 Jul 2014 BÜG
Annie Potaktos
i
So much pain i cannot feel it.
So, i deal with it.

Put it in words and deal it.
Put it in drawers and seal it.

They tell me it's good to feel pain.
i tell them i'll cry with the rain
i'll save my tears for the seeds,
the weeds and the insane.
 Jul 2014 BÜG
Addison René
I WANT
 Jul 2014 BÜG
Addison René
I WANT:
to visit history musems
and
make our own.
i want to take walks
down old beaten paths,
and see sunsets in unfamiliar places
I WANT:
to
breathe in your sigh
while looking at the harvest moon,
hold your weary face in the morning
and murmur,
"everything will be alright"
I WANT:
to transcend my happiness
into
your chest
I WANT:
to believe that
cold winter nights
aren't just the memories
only you love,
I WANT:
what we *
aren't
 Jul 2014 BÜG
Katzenberg
Lovesick
 Jul 2014 BÜG
Katzenberg
Tearing the sky apart,
surfing on clouds,                                
                   aging doubts and cats,
      itching inside the heart
utterly beneath the ground,                                    
                                                  since I was born,
(since you don't care)
                            Let me vanish,
I let you disappear.
 Jul 2014 BÜG
tc
i want to make you melt in my memories so i can rebuild you out of wax and keep you because if you leave i don't think i'll be able to cope

i'd be a river running dry as the sun's soaked up every last drop of me and the mountain that allows my mind to remain in the clouds will collapse and an anchor will attach itself to my limbs dragging me down to a bed of self-pity and hopelessness and your medusa heart will turn everything i love into stone (including mine) because it'll no longer belong to me

all i want is for you to be as happy as you make me and if i can do that everything i was put on this earth for will have been fulfilled and i want to see you smile like your lips are gonna split open if you stretch them any further and i want your laugh to bellow out of you like you're choking up your sense of humour and i want those starry eyes to glisten like they're the only universe i want to get lost in

because i hadn't witnessed beauty before i looked at you and now i can't stop

i want to take your hand and lead you to the place i went to when i first realised i was falling in love because it's a waterfall and with every gush of water my veins burst into song and they were singing your name over and over again and i didn't have butterflies in my stomach i had wasps and scorpions that injected me with the image of your face so it's all my brain could project

all i can do is imagine a world with you where silhouettes of all the people surrounding us graze the sidewalks as a reminder that we aren't alone but alone with you i am and you're all i can focus on and i've never been happier
 Jul 2014 BÜG
No
When the stars were only a fragment of my imagination, you kept me on earth. I wonder how you made me feel like a galaxy and then as little as an atom of dust. You're fire spreading through the meadow and I am the wind blowing. Your words are intangible and my mind is tired of fake things- fragments of my imagination making me soar the sky.
They're not real. We're not real.
Reality grounds me and the magnetic field keeps me down on body, but not in soul. You were an anchor keeping me still- keeping me down, and now that you're not here, my feet is still planted on the ground.
I don't know how to feel better, I just wonder for when it happens.
I guess what we had was more in my mind and it was never really in yours too
This night is too long, without you I toss and turn in hope of slumber, finding only isolation and shattering need. I ache, my heart a pulsing bruise, my body weak from all the wanting, my mind lost somewhere between your echo and the closing of the door. 

I am barely here, gossamer silence wrapped in satin bows and weeping scars.

I have become my own tragedy, a lost soul wondering through darkness, chasing the fireflies of my imagination but never grasping their glow. My age leaves me weary, too many years have passed unnoticed while your hands dealt passions blows in the name of fun and inappropriate pursuits, but to what end?
My loneliness is a heavy blanket that offers no comfort, our love is a lie without remorse and you, my love, are the noose from which I will hang.
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