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 Nov 2013 Basko
soul in torment
Her soft
lips

relaxed

all my aching muscles ...

but

one.
 Nov 2013 Basko
dafne
mary jane
 Nov 2013 Basko
dafne
I replay the moments in my head
Of when I first grazed my eyes
Across such a wonderful being
And how I had to take a second look
Because you were like the mysteries
That I craved for

I remember how your lips curled
Into the 8th wonder of the world
And from then on
You and your pale face
stayed etched into my brain

It was like slow motion
As if time around us slowed down
Like in the cheesy movies
And from then on
I was intoxicated by you

But you had a greater love
for mary jane
I knew you were no good for me
But thoughts of you sprinted across my head
Back and forth through the days
And soon I had accumulated
Millions of lined pages
With poems of you

I was ashamed of liking
Someone in love with mary jane
But you were one of the most
Interesting people I had ever seen
Without words I felt a connection
And your eyes held stories
That I yearned to discover

Wanting you was like
Pulling a string on a beautiful sweater
(My life)
And slowly unraveling it to become just
An entanglement of yarn
the thread had to be cut off
by authority (God)
and so he seperated us

But I still see you
and remember that moment
clear as day
and I still see your wandering eyes
And hear your voice in the halls

I try to stay away
but I slowly drift back.
In my dreams of you
there is no mary jane
you are not intoxicated

but if you are temptation
why are you in my
God given dreams
I know I can't change you
so
get out of my head
get out of my head
**get out of my head
 Nov 2013 Basko
Helen
down the hallway
where destiny led
inside a room
where inhibitions shed
white miracles bled
I’ll lay my head
to dream beneath
a non de plume
I’m not me, are you?

riotous beauty will bloom
where it is aptly
coveted
smell the sweet perfume
told our sweet, sensual song
will long be often
coveted,
down the hallway
where destiny led

But this is reality.

What I am thinking, believing,
She, I,
cannot speak to you...it is that

On the edge of Saturn,
watching 3 moons
sink and burn
drowning sorrows
in a intergalactic tavern.

I just can't find
the energy to believe,
so I keep asking,
who is inside my body?
not you, not him,
who is me inside of me?

On the edge of me,
is not the endless roses or
the fact they seem
to placate themselves in repose.

It is not even the field
of riotous color
that undulates endlessly,
what I was led
to believe.

Not even the heady scent
that has slowed my feet,
can compete
with what I believed,
and what now,
no longer do...
There is one who
reads my shreds.

feeds them back to me,
returns to me
the tapestry I saw,
but did not believe
was mine.

woven from my words,
woven from things
they discerned,
that tho I know them
to be me,
he led me to believe.
and now I know them
no longer as shreds,
but as mine,
mine tapestry.

shredded lettuce becomes a gourmet salad ;)
 Nov 2013 Basko
September
Let Me Go
 Nov 2013 Basko
September
And if you find me
(fingers red)
holding onto the side of your
no-vacancy boat—

please, step
on my fingers because
the pain of that is less than the
hope of hanging on.

I've always loved to
float
alone.
It's okay to say you don't want me. It stings, but I can handle it.
 Nov 2013 Basko
September
your apartment is a glass bottle of ***** and we're drowning in the bottom of it
and the only way to save ourselves is tip the world over
and sip.
 Nov 2013 Basko
September
Chapstick
 Nov 2013 Basko
September
You come and go
and all I am left with
is a month of confusion—
half-feelings
and 37 songs on itunes.
 Nov 2013 Basko
maybella snow
wishing on a star                                        
is useless because                                      
by the time you                                          
see their light                                            
they're dead                                              
they've burnt out                                      
   dont wish on me
its too late already
 Nov 2013 Basko
Emily
Stuck
 Nov 2013 Basko
Emily
I'm in a stagnant place
Stuck on autopilot
Don't even recognize my face
Always reserved, always quiet

I feel very alone
Even with family & friends
I am always prone
To feel like I'm at my end

Every day is not new
No motivation, just doubt
An endless cycle of devalue
All I ever do is space out

I get drunk and high
To try & escape this reality
But all I do is ask why
Not even drugs are enough for me

I wonder when this will leave
And when I'll feel normal
I don't think I'll ever believe
That I'll feel anything but mournful

I only wish to sleep all day
And stay hidden in my bed
That is the only way
To cope with these thoughts in my head
© Peyton 2013
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