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Barkley Layne Feb 2016
They speak
They gasp
They roar
They moan.

Those **** lips.

They smile
They bite
They temble
They yell.

These **** lips.

They suckle
They chuckle
They stutter
They sing.

Those **** lips.

They pry
They whisper
They lick
They kiss.

These **** lips.

He speaks
I listen
He kisses
I melt.

Those **** lips.
*the* definition of that slit in your face
Barkley Layne Jan 2016
It sends me shivers,
It gives me chills.

These old walls,
These night time pills.

Your notebook on the dresser,
Your jeans on the floor.

Your voice in my head,
Your shoes at the door.

That one picture on the night stand,
That you held me so tight.

I can't believe your are gone,
I know you were tired of the fight.

This blanket is cold without your warmth,
This pillow smells like your hair.

But one day I'll see you again,
But I won't be sitting in a hospital chair.
Barkley Layne Apr 2015
It is here,
The snow is staring to thaw;
The birds sing and cheer.
The vines are growing the honey is raw,
Everything becomes unfrozen; the river, the lake.
Animals of all sizes come peeking out,
The squirrel, the bird, the snake.
Finally it has ended this freezing cold drought.
The winter was hard, cold, and ugly
Fevers and chills will disperse,
Now it is time for a new season to hold the key,
Mother Nature has opened her purse.
No rain, no clouds, only sun;
Sweet smells of flowers in bloom,
Now winter is done,
It slips away till next year inside of its cold tomb.
Happy spring :)
Barkley Layne Feb 2015
When you see the sea,
you will remember me.
Barkley Layne Jan 2015
She creeps over my pillow like a
Black cat over a field mouse.

She steals my breathe as if she
Were a masked theif.

She makes me scream like a
Mother in labor.

She sends me night terrors as if she
Is a shattered mirror in my mind.

She pulls at my droopy eyes like a
Hand of terror in the darkness.

She frightens me as if she
Is certain the painful nights will never end.

She flees when the light arises like a
Prisoner escaping their cell.

She is a horrible dream that keeps
Occurring.
I could not fall asleep one night- I guess this is what came out of it. It is very different from what I usually write, enjoy.
Barkley Layne Jan 2015
He became
My pillow
My blanket
My air.

He became
My lips
My smile
My thoughts.

He became
My tease
My hand
My hold.

He became
My 3 am laughter
My 4 am kiss
My 5 am Sunlight.
Late night talks and early morning kisses
Barkley Layne Dec 2014
And
He no longer,
Took the breath
From my lungs.
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