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It was about the time,
Hours after the day had died,
And bikers flashed their lights
Like the starry glazed eyes of
Decayed faces found in late cars,

That the local school's nature god
Had granted me a fall blessing
I saw in horns, on a hill he was
Standing, staring, like my lover
Not far over - under dying leaves.
Beautiful to me
Despite what others say
We were meant to be
Together we are free

Oh, how she longs for me
I for her
Our love has the power
To move heaven and earth

If only they could see
How much she means to me
Rather than giving love
They treat her with resent

Whatever comes
I will defend
No matter what they try
My love will stand

They can't stop us
Let them try
For heavy metal
I will die
I love Heavy Metal. It's my true and ultimate passion.
I'm smelling ash that isn't there
And tasting beer I haven't drank,
I have you to thank.

I miss these dull temptations
Even all they've done is hurt me.
Leaving me was easy, how hard could it be?

These days I laugh,
I laugh with pain,
I can't even try to say your name.
Well, here's something. It isn't much, I guess. Charles Bukowski's "Cows in Art Class" stuck with me and here's something I cooked up from it.
he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he counted them like flower petals
with "she loves me"
and "she loves me not"
throwing them afterwards
to the street below.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he counted them like flower petals
but he inhaled the smoke
of the burning petals
and she filled his lungs
and lingered there
for what felt like years.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
keeping in mind the seconds
he lost with each stick
he banged his head
against his fist
and cried apologetically.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
but, today,
he thought he should stop
but he couldn't help it
it was the only thing left
that reminded him of her -
her nicotine lips
and her warm glow.

he started counting cigarettes
the way he did every other night
he tried to count the times
he said he'd forget
or he said he'd move on
he took another drag,
flicked it to the air,
and said,
"that's it for today."
 Oct 2014 Anna Skinner
Annie
You remind me of the Marlboros I smoke,
you see,
every time I took a hit from you
you killed me more and more
but I didnt mind
because as I breathed you in
it felt like a fresh of breath air
and it wasn't until you were gone
when I needed you the most,
when I missed you the most.
Without you I had my worse days
you were all I could think about
I became addicted to everything you
gave,
the good and the bad.
I sparked you up and you
became something beautiful
that entered into my lungs
I loved you.

but now I see,
that these feelings were not mutual
that your intentions were only to
**** me,
to use me,
make me become addicted
and you sat there watching me
**** myself,
that is not love.
I left my cares upon the clouds
That drifted slowly up on high,
And watched unburdened from the ground
As each one floated gently by.

The breeze shall carry them afar,
Across the bluebell covered lea,
Beyond the winking Evenstar
And on towards the rolling sea.

My heart's world weariness has waned
And leaps instead to find release,
A soul that once was vexed and pained
Can now perhaps revisit peace.

— The End —