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 Oct 2013 Anna Sophia
Emma
Sometimes when I'm by myself
I like to think about you
(really it's most of the time I'm not a very good liar).

I guess you smell pretty good
and I like the way your hair feels in my fingers
(I want to bottle your smell and keep you close to me).

My favorite place to fall asleep is with you
between my arms on the couch
(if it were possible I would never leave that spot).

When you laugh I get kind of happy because
your laugh is cute and then you're smiling
(the happiness radiated through your smile and laughter is contagious).

Your hands are soft and sweet looking
and your lips are pretty much the same way
(I want to stay with our hands and our lips intertwined).

Other girls don't compare to you because
you're smart and funny and pretty
(the eyes of my heart are blind to everyone but you).

I think you're very sweet and cute and smart and fun and
maybe I sort of like you kind of
(I am madly and hopelessly in love with everything about you).
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind
Was too busy visiting sea after sea.
We did not succeed in interesting the animals.
Dogs, disappointed, expected an order,
A cat, as always immoral, was falling asleep.
A person seemingly very close
Did not care to hear of things long past.
Conversations with friends over ***** or coffee
Ought not be prolonged beyond the first sign of boredom.
It would be humiliating to pay by the hour
A man with a diploma, just for listening.
Churches. Perhaps churches. But to confess there what?
That we used to see ourselves as handsome and noble
Yet later in our place an ugly toad
Half-opens its thick eyelid
And one sees clearly: "That's me."
 Oct 2013 Anna Sophia
Hazel M
I want mountains of dirt,
and hills of stones
and mounds of knowledge
in books, great tomes

I want patience (for you)
- and ease of speech

I want thoughts to chew
I want students to teach

I want people that know
- and arms that reach

I want oceans of water
and seas of colour
and rivers of time
carving valleys with fervour

I want nothing below
I want nothing above

I want hope, and grace,
but I’ll settle for love.
 Oct 2013 Anna Sophia
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Hazy
 Oct 2013 Anna Sophia
desolxte
Her eyes were smokey grey
Hazy
It's almost as if she were blind
For what she saw when she stepped toward
The looking glass, was a distorted figure
Nothing like her own
She found flaws, in places
Where there were

None


{S.P}
Sitting in that bar, with you,
two single ladies on the prowl,
we fell for the same guy,
a ****, long-haired Adonis
and we flirted with him shamelessly
until finally you turned to me and whispered
shall we take him home with us?
And so we did...

In moonshadows, we undressed him
together, and then I undressed you,
watched those two lovely ******* descend
from their cage, watched your eyes widen
with lust and amazement, the shudder
of your thighs as I slipped your ******* down
and knelt before you to press my lips
against your soft mound, lapping at your nectar.

When the soft ******* sigh released from your lips,
I turned to the Adonis and offered you to him,
watched as he lifted you in his strong arms
and lowered you onto his throbbing ****.
You beckoned for me to join you
and I couldn't resist your charm.
As he gently laid you down on the couch,
your legs spread into the air,
his body slamming into you, I ****** gently
on your ripe perked *******.
When his body shuddered into ******
and he withdrew, I slid down to the floor
pressed my lips against your netherlips
and drank of your sweet nectar mingled with his.
© 2003,  Lori Carlson

All poetry under the names Lori Carlson or Iona Nerissa are the sole property of Lori Carlson.
Please seek permission before using any of my writings.
~Lori Carlson~
At the start of the day,
You grace me with your presence.

In my blurry-eyed,
nearly-awake state of mind,
I can still see your smile
More clearly than anything in my life.

The way your lips perk
As you blow a kiss my way
And smile like the first
Time I saw you.

All I need is your love.
I wanted to make you
The happiest girl in the world
And stay forevermore in your heart
And you in my arms.

I'm sorry, my Love.
My hands crimson
With my spilled blood
As I pull the knife out of my side..


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson
 Oct 2013 Anna Sophia
T Mike
I guess I'm not quite sure
how addiction grabbed me
I picked it up slow
but it grew so vastly

It started with *****
which turned to puffs
and then powders and pills
both downs and ups

I'd have one in my hand
and two more in my pocket
effects don't matter
I just want to skyrocket

Saying, "Please, take me away
to the places of unknown
Lord, help me escape
these sober feelings I've outgrown"

Cause there's no happy soul
it's been broken to pieces
but the puzzle repairs
each time the **** hits

Now I'm hiding away
from both friends and family
I'll deny it every time
so please stop asking

A boy, once joyous
now fell from grace
peace of mind only comes
from numbing his face

No pride, sheer shame
pure feelings of failure
the thoughts run wild
'Oh, will it all end here?'

Partners in crime
are now long deceased
it's a harsh realization
of succumbing to the beast

See, we're pleading for help and
praying for power
got to rise and prevail
stop trying to cower

Cause there's a want and need
plus strong will to succeed
to turn life around
since devoured by disease

Now I stand here humbled
with apologetic eyes
for my selfish acts
under life self prescribed.
Boy, you pay no mind
To the heart beneath
That chest you love so much.

It breaks every time you
Touch me, because my dear,
I know that to you,

I could be any girl.

It's all the same to you.
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