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I told you under the warm sun how awkward I am
I screamed that I can't flirt, the waves washing at our feet
I wallowed in the fact that I make any situation painfully awkward
In a confusing reply, you nodded your head
Proceeded to talk to me
Gave me that false grin that lied when it said "I can fix that"
Made me fall for you while you whispered everything the world had done wrong
Described in extreme detail on how you yourself would make it more beautiful
Then you kissed me
That world that hurt us both, now far away
Things were going to be okay

That was months ago
The snow has replaced the warm air
The waves now frozen
They too wish it never ended
What they don't know, is that people are like continents
Slowly moving farther apart from the day they meet
All I can do is keep telling the ocean that it's okay
She drinks from his mountain springs now
The same springs that poisoned her
While I roam freedom
It's okay, ocean
I'm okay
 Dec 2012 Annabel Lee
Kevin Eli
I just realized today that I have never been in a healthy relationship with anybody in my life.
Not friends, nor family, nor lovers.
I am a liar.
I am a frightened Child.
I am a broken, sick individual
More than just a foot in the grave,
A living, hollow, death.
My own slave.

I can change that right now, Today.
Grasp the moment,
Love Myself.
Intensely.

Close my eyes,
Find the inner flame,
Concentrate the pain,
Put it in a box for God to cast out of the fray,
Into the river of time,
And let it all wash away...

Push it away.
Gently, let it flow down stream
To be consumed by the waves
In the great ocean

It is the only way I can be saved.
I must and will take it minute by minute, until I can shake off my unnatural ways.
 Oct 2012 Annabel Lee
Brandon
She counts away the seconds in goldfish memories
Waiting for wonderland to kick in and course thru her veins

Brings cigarettes to her lips 
burning the charcoal glow of addiction

She inhales the scent of ******* 
feeding the fetish of love with the swirl and grasp of her tongue

I saw her dancing at club sixty nine 
She had escape and lust in her eyes

Leaving the safety of the skies
The clouds rush past 
like some unreplicable memory she's better off without remembering

The trinity of perception 
swimming in Pisces desire

The bar is littered with numerical consequences vomited up
In swirls of ***** and red-bull
Dried and stale on **** carpet

She's left cleaning up pieces of her disillusionment 
Singing beneath her breath

Off with their heads 

(And down with their pants)

*We are what we are 
but cease when we become
we are what we were 
but cease when we swan dive 
thru the looking glass
And into a concrete grave
 Sep 2012 Annabel Lee
Luke Reed
I’m a verbal chameleon, feeding on and leading onto what comes next.
I’m a lexical shape-shifter, made swifter by the twitter of your vibes,
Your guise,
You guys.

My political agenda is neither right nor left behind.
I’m blind to colour but not colour blind,
I’m not pigeon holed, fully sold or moulded on someone else’s dream.
I’m simply,
Free.
From them,
From you,
From me.

So…
When now becomes nowhere without here and now.
And “unite as one” is paraphrased as a power phrase.
Let’s unite as individuals on separate viduals to overthrow ourselves.

Don’t follow crowns, clowns or crowds.
Don’t follow punishments, covenants or Governments.
Don’t follow Religion.
Don’t follow Science.
And especially,
Don’t follow me

Because I’m a lyrical paradox, toxic and hypnotic to even my own thoughts.
Copyright Luke Reed March 2009
When it all got to be a bit too much
I reasoned my way into a corner
Sat there silent
Stapled my bottom lip to my convictions
And called it poetry

We all pretend to have ways to cope
Write a poem
Pretense and prophetic anthems
Some say it better than this
It’s harder with through staples
I didn’t know how to pull them out

So I learned to drive
Pressed mute minutes into the pavement
Pulled prayers from the asphalt
It’s all I was good at
Taking long steps

On the last night I lived there,
I stood on my mother’s front porch
Holding everything I was in one hand
Everything I could have been in the other
And clenched my fists like a fighter
Denied the daylight
Spit in the face of the night
Drowned expectations in the dawn

Counted 148 bricks between the front step and the streetlight
Illuminating 4 wheels and one way out
Kissed each brick with my boot heel
Packed my belongings in the backseat
And my longings in the bags beneath my eyes
Put pedal to promise
Peeled out and pretended
That we all run away

When it all got to be too much
I bit rubber into ground
And wrote myself a letter saying:

“Someday, kid,
Someday you’ll be found.”
 Sep 2012 Annabel Lee
tgrooms
Little Girl walk
-little age not
little shape.
Her hair black
-was blonde. Not
beauty queen blonde
dirt.
She think
she beautiful.
-maybe she is
inside.
No one sees
-she doesn't show.
Silent.
am I beautiful?
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
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