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 Nov 2017 Allison
Limbotheclown
"Words that were hushed, now have been said. Stolen from the ears that belong to the dead.
Your eyes danced in mine as we lay on your bed. Legs entangled, hands clenching, touching head to head. I memorized every line of your song that is true.  Its got three words and only one verse,  the name is, I Love you. "
 Nov 2017 Allison
Fred
Moss, on the forest floor
cushions my shoulders
amidst of towering pillars
I breathe in the woodland's breath
a cool breeze, that scents the palette
so refreshingly clear.
Let it rain and melt the ****** snow
that adornes the cutlery of this green kitchen.
Something pleasantly stirs.
When I was a kid, I would sometimes feel a happy jitter in the morning. But I didn't know exactly what for, as it would be another day at the office (school).
 Nov 2017 Allison
Ophelia O
There! In the shadows, she watches
breaking hushed tranquility that shades
my eucalyptus
on a morningbeige wall

the Tingle, it’s here. a sense
of unease as she climbs my;
nick! and imports her touch. Lick
up my arms, fingers unwelcomely
running through my head
she is in my scalp   

itching imprint stays, echoing off
tired skin. ruining tender visions
of whispering
eclipse filled daynight

Perhaps
they came together;
in shallow memories of dark
Chicago forbid my viewing

She’s here now. watch
wild fingers grabbing lapping  
trees, ******* up their marrow
Creeping; burrowed in cold breeze
on my quiet 73 degrees
afternoon willow

her hands touch without touch,
eyes catch moments of them
past dusk, aching sunlight echoes
more distantly down time’s dust

each day she; the moon comes
closer and colder I see her
fingers, lustly peek out behind
looming, that chipped orb

the encompassing force was all;
no shades protected
retinas burned, she is here!
behind my eyes

her fingers

to close my eyes is to touch her
her ***** nails
they would drag me
I feel her
 Nov 2017 Allison
Pagan Paul
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Links in the chemist chain
laced in a double helix
defy the laws of the universe,
and the atavistic resurgence
creates isotopes of dream passion.
     Elements conspire in panic
     with a symmetry of casual chaos
     that mimics an atomic bomb,
     destroying its own creator
     in a cruel parody of birth paradox.
          Arresting the Iris of Dissolution
          with cuffed anxiety drowning
          in a pond of helium ore,
          carelessly drifting on acid flesh,
          coagulating in a soup of memory.


And the paradigm shifts again,
reality unfocussed clears, strains,
revealing your shuddering form,
next to me, keeping me warm.
Lids flicker and you open your eyes,
shining, smiling in cute surprise.
Moving my finger up to my lips
whilst I gently untangle our hips.

     Do you remember this night?
     Last night, tonight, tomorrow night?
     Time begins to slowly rewind,
     on the night you blew my mind.


My essence is filled with your heart,
a love I have yet to discover.
Whilst you wander between the stars,
my universe starts to recover.

So please don't break this silence now.
Please don't shatter this moment long,
I want this post ****** memory to remain
in the morning when you have gone.

© Pagan Paul (04/11/17)
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 Nov 2017 Allison
Contoured
Demons
 Nov 2017 Allison
Contoured
They let me out today,
The demons in my head.
Left the gate unlocked,
"Leave the cage," they said.
I took one step outside,
The sunlight burned my skin.
My body wanted to leave,
But my mind stayed in.
I've left the cage before,
Several years ago.
I escaped that time,
They didn't let me go.
As I left the cage,
Thoughts flooded in.
Thoughts of things I've done,
Thoughts of where I've been.
I got too overwhelmed,
By my presently haunting past.
I could've been their first escape,
But I always finish last.
 Nov 2017 Allison
Zero Nine
Would you like
to make
a change?
Why not
start with
your name?

Hon, you can make
the changes you
want to make.

If you need help
ask and recieve
Or for sake of
autonomy
I'll let you be
to send instead
unspoken love
over the air

Why maintain
your face
today?
Why not
burn to
be brand new?

(x2)
Change your name.
Change your face.
Change your mind.
Change your style.

Endings aren't always dark halls
Endings can be dark spells
Tunnel to the denouement
There you'll find camera and pen
The End

p.s.

told ya ;p

— The End —