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My core, my essence is bruised
My happy smile is a ruse
So many have fallen for my light
It's time to return to my core
My Centre though bruised is dark
I see no brightness in this world
This world is pain.
Why feign happiness when sadness is stronger?
We enter the world screaming and kicking
We leave whimpering and docile
Agreeable to our fate, our time is up.
Happiness is a construct to convince you that life,
is worth having.
Pain is the truth, darkness is the enveloping comfort,
sleep is the "petit mort" that we succumb to each night.
© JLB
18/07/2014
Midsummer flutters in on butterfly wings.
Softly landing on the corolla leading to the petals.
Slow motion has been initiated by summer,
people, air, insects and life has slowed.
Summer doesn't rush, summer doesn't push.
Summer lazes in a haze of shimmering heat.

Only tempers get short during long summer nights.
Humid hate filled anger disrupts the slow tempo,
only to quickly dampen in the humid stultifying night heat.
Honeysuckle, jasmine, water lilies and evening primrose,
come out and soothe the moonlit summer night.
A breeze rises and soothes the weary mind.

Summer night blooms, in more ways than one,
moonlight shimmers like gossamer threads
down onto the flower beds, the flower's
fragrance fills the air, soothing, calming,
softly, sweetly filling summertime with cruel kindness.
Cruelty of heat the kindness of sweet flowers.
© JLB
18/07/2014
I'll take this souvenir of our time
and disappear.
Go before my free will gives way.
Once I was swayed by your smooth talk,
revelled in being at your side,
now I want to run and hide.
My husband, once I was your bride,
now, forgotten vows instead of confetti lay at my feet.
My smile, long gone amidst the deceit.
Veneers cracked, now just a sneer.
I would wish you happiness, but I can't
your happiness hurts the other person.
So, as I said I'm taking this souvenir and disappearing.
You, don't mind my talking to your severed head?
It's just we have a long trip ahead.
And, talking I find helps cheer up an atmosphere.
© JLB
17/07/2014
Insufferable comfort
Ungovernable love
Vulnerable heart
Unutterable desire
Unspoken need.
© JLB
16/07/2014
It
Can you see it standing there?
Watching you brushing your hair.
Can you smell it's moist breath?
As goosebumps rise before your eyes.
Can you hear it at night whispering to you?
As you strain to dismiss its hiss as water in the pipes.
Can you feel it sitting on your bed?
Tugging the covers closer to you.
Can you taste it in your mouth?
Copper fear, and fetid death.
Can you sense it's here for you?
© JLB
14/07/2014
When I close my eyes,
I picture your lies.
Vivid colour, bursts from your mouth,
lies painted by your tongue.
'Work kept you late'
'Traffic was a state'
'You had a headache'
When I open my eyes,
I see you mixing a drink,
I've had time to think
'Do you want one?' you casually ask
I shake my head no, plaster a smile on my face,
lace my fingers together and feign interest.
You suddenly jolt, grasp at your throat,
I sit and wait like a dutiful wife
as you gasp and try to keep your life.
You're out of time my 'darling'
Thallium has been quietly seeping into you,
growing and building inside.
Just like my baby, growing in me, one you'll never see.
Our girl with sapphire eyes
© JLB
13/07/201
  Jul 2014 Badgerpants Wifflebat
Piglet
I don't want to go out dancing
I don't want to "hang" with boys
I don't want to wear a push up bra
(Not that there's much to push)
nor make out in some grubby car.

I don't want to cake on make up
I don't want to weave my hair
I don't want to wear stilettos
Or a skirt cut up to where??

I just want to write my poems
play my games and read my books,
have some decent conversation
not based around a popstars looks
(Or the *** he's *******)

I know I'm odd but please don't judge me
I'm a girl, just not the same
call me names and laugh behind me
call me ******, call me lame.

Maybe someday you will see me,
well payed job and handsome man
and wonder how I got that lucky
just by being who I am.

Yet for now you only see me
as a nerd, a geek, a jest,
Take your hot pink lip gloss, sweetie
and push that pram like all the rest.
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