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 May 2012 Ariana
OneCorn
monster
 May 2012 Ariana
OneCorn
Did you know?
Your the monster

In my closet
Under my bed

That I see in the corner of my eye
That makes me jump at shadows

You think I'm nervous
That I still like you

Your kidding yourself
Your a monster

You devour souls
You crush spirits

You hurt me in every way
Yet you won't go away

Why?
Is it fun?

To destroy people
To see them suffer

To watch the tears
As they spill out

And know its because of you
Is it fun?

You think your amazing
But to me

Your the ten tentacled sharp toothed monster
That haunted my dreams when I was little

Except your real
And I don't wake up from this nightmare
 Apr 2012 Ariana
Marcus Lane
I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
© Marcus Lane 2010
 Apr 2012 Ariana
Teagan
Infatuation
 Apr 2012 Ariana
Teagan
I want to feel your body on mine so that were moulded together,
One becomes two,
You’re every breath, every heartbeat,
Your presence is ecstasy .

How perfect every movement you make,
How I’m mesmerised by each motion,

And I no love is a drug because I’m addicted ,
And I’m vaguely aware I’m heading for disaster
But,I don’t care I’m at your mercy.

I don’t try to fight,
I don’t want to fight.
 Mar 2012 Ariana
Courier Pigeon
There is a mountain across the sea
And at night I hear it call to me.
Restlessness
Not  anxiety
Is the reason I must leave.
Nomadic blood compels me to roam
I've never called any one place "home"
So it has been all of my life
So it shall be until I die.

I can feel it pulling
I can hear it coming through the clouds
The little red balloon understands.
He is my only friend
In these short hours near the end

And when the time comes
To pack my bags and leave
No one will remember me,
But that's how it's supposed to be.
I have learned to love
This crazy life I lead
Never looking back

Never looking back.
 Mar 2012 Ariana
DieingEmbers
You took my hand and led me soft
or' dale and Heath and rocky croft
our arms outstretched we stood aloft

and you asked me
                                  would I jump?

Your heart as made me Icarus
and kisses felt so amorous
to lift me gently over us

as I answered
                         without words.

My fall was one of sheer descent
but not an action I repent
for this my love was only meant

to show I know
                         Your arms outstretched


           would catch me.
 Mar 2012 Ariana
Kayleigh Redwine
Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 23rd, 2010
Written as a Haiku sequence.
 Mar 2012 Ariana
Daniel Holden
I like the way my hands look like in the light of a fire,
I think.
It could be the drugs, or the drinking
Or sleep I haven't been sleeping,
But every year,
When winter has gone, and spring stands defiantly ahead,
I am reminded of this,
I like my hands,
In the light of fire,
With a good bit of dirt on them,
And a jug of rotgut wine in them.
I like the way my hands look in the light of a fire.
The woman poured herself another glass of wine,
Like another night alone.
The house was empty,
And the humming of the dishwasher bounced off the walls.
She sat by the window and pulled the black heels off her feet.
This was beginning to get old.
People outside paced in pairs.
Her house was dark.
The only light came from the kitchen,
glowing out to the adjacent ro0m.
She sipped at her wine, and rested the glass on her knee.
With an exasperated sigh,
She threw the wine glass against the opposite wall.
The glass flew, sparkling in the dim light
And merlot ran down the white wall.
She dusted off her hands, and undressed silently.
In the bathroom, she started water for a shower.
In silence, once again, she stood under the rush of water.
An hour's time went by, and the water was shut off.
Without bothering to dry herself, she stepped out,
And fell into bed.
I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper
and find myself playing tug of war
with distant memories
until they become
a single story.

Under a quiet night I look up
to count my courage
on each flower
of an apple tree
until morning
looks in on me.  
Somehow, I am always left
with my heart
down upon its knees.

I sense that everything dances
within my feelings
warming my thoughts
and just one word
can fill my spirit with you.  
Holding on to your hands
knowing a fire still roars
as a friend of truth.

Laughing inside, I forget about
how rain streamed
like a million rivers
upon all the grasses that used to be.
Pleasure floods through me
like moonlight admires
its own face over the sea.

I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper,
perhaps change
what I understand to be.
Once again, I find myself  
staring at my heart,
down upon its knees.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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