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Oct 2011 Blood Word

I, You

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Rangzeb Hussain

I, You

I believed,
You lied

I gave,
You craved

I cried,
You tried

I remembered,
You forgot

I loved,
You mocked

I slaved,
You depraved

I wrote,
You joked

I hurt,
You searched

I waited,
You hated

I died,
You sighed

©Rangzeb Hussain

Oct 2011 Blood Word

I dream

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Jayme M Yaroch

I dream

I dream a lot
I sit thinking about the
'could be'
I wonder where I would     go
                        Why I'd want to go there
                                           Who I'd want to go with
         I spend a lot of time        thinking
Almost as much as doing
I have these dreams
you see
Darkly festering          in my mind
Full of bright beauty
Crammed
              in such a tight space
            There are a lot of them in there
                   Each one                  tantalizing
special
              I cherish all the memories
                                                               I have never made
                                  So much
                                                              that letting them go
   Is painful
I want pretty autumn picnics
                 With fried chicken                 and cupcakes
A quiet party      with board games
I dream of a Christmas
Where I am Mrs. Claus
My kids opening presents
I want a stolen kiss
Pressed up against the wall
I want a garden
With a cherry tree
So that I can stand in the petals
When they fall   in the spring
I dream     an awful lot
Of having someone around
Who is as strong   as I am
On the inside
            Who loves me       fully
      And wants to hold     me
I dream these dreams
With a lonely heart
I've tried and I've tried
                                                                           And I'll try till I'm dead
But I can never seem to make it work
They don't light my fire
Even if they make me          simmer
                     They never     sparked      my    imagination
Or gave life to my dreams
These precious       waiting       memories
Right now these dreams                are all I've got
And so
     I'll probably think
about them
             a lot.

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Like A Child

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Jayme M Yaroch

Like A Child

I go up
the down escalator
When no one is looking
I ride the elevator down
But walk up the stairs
With jazz hands

When it rains
Puddles are
A particular favorite
I don't bother to resist
And giggle madly
as I jump

When I get to my desk
In the cubicle maze
I happily do my work
While photos of my past
Taped in a formless collage
Are all around me

I could not conceive
Of building a future
Where the smiles of the past
Are forgotten
In the blur of necessity
Nothing is so important
As those smiles

So I play with my food
And draw outside the lines
I always talk to children
Trying to see through their eyes
Because I know
When they see the world
It looks so different from mine

Oct 2011 Blood Word

You (Elaborated)

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Jayme M Yaroch

You (Elaborated)

I don't know if you can do it
I don't know if you will last
I don't know quite how you feel
And I'm too afraid to ask

You can't see what I see
You can't tell these lies
You can't just ignore me
And then say your goodbye

      I still hear your heartbeat
         And I still feel your touch
          I can still remember you
    Sometimes it's just too much

                   I wonder what you're thinking
         I wonder how you know
                        And wonder when you look away
      How long until you go?

I don't think that I can keep you
I don't think you want to stay
I don't think we quite understand
But we can't go our separate ways

       Something always brings us back
Something keeps us here
    Something which we hide inside
Gets rid of all the fear

I don't know if I can trust you
But I know I want to try
I don't love you like I used to
It's so different this time

I don't know if we can do it
I don't know if this can last
All I know is how I feel
And it's nothing like the past

This is a requested elaboration on a themed poem 'You', which is also available to the public on this profile. Any comments, suggestions, and ideas are always more than welcome! Thank you for viewing!

Oct 2011 Blood Word

I Need a Keeper

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Jeremy R Frenette

I Need a Keeper

Edgeless days are the hardest
to let pass you by
as you stare at all the pretty things
Just out of sight.

There sits, heavy in atmosphere,
On these days of no ends,
A timelessness
in the most tragic way.

All your toiling
begins to feel useless,
and errors make a mess of this.
Your anger - Instantly boiling

Futile barking.
Damning non-existent gods,,
And then a mocking laughing-
Since you are alone.

Because, of course,
You are alone,
Chained to the room
They're paying you to
|
When the crushing
Endlessness to your day
Could be so easily been remedied
with conversation or, some play

And now those gods
are laughing.
And you wish to be alone
From yourself.

Of long, hard days of work.

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Rapunzel

Oct 2011 Blood Word

Rylie Rose

Rapunzel

I wasn’t locked away in this tower,
I put myself there.
I threw the key down below,
With no regret or despair.
I didn’t let my hair grow,
I kept it cut short,
I didn’t call out for help,
I didn’t need support.
I didn’t stare out the window,
And dream of the day,
When I would be rescued,
Swept off my feet and whisked away.
And when I heard knocking,
And shouts from below,
I kept myself hidden,
And stayed away from the window.
And now you’ve climbed up,
And invaded this space,
It once was a haven,
But now it’s haunted with your face.
I didn’t want you, white knight.
I didn’t need to be saved.
But you’re eyes were so gentle,
And slowly I caved.

Sep 2011 Blood Word

Wind

Sep 2011 Blood Word

Rylie Rose

Wind

Fingers pulling at my hair
The wind is back again
All blue and silver and wild and free
I missed my lifelong friend
But where was the white light
When I needed it so badly?
With the devil stroking at my back,
The fire growing madly
The purple flecks upon the eyes
Of the innocent and broken
Magic can rarely be retained
And even rarer be spoken
Engulfing me in white and gold
A reminder of the dreamland
The memory is fading now
Sinking in the quick sand
The fingers are pulling harder now
This wind is not my old friend
A trick, a fiend, a clever con
To rip my beating heart wide open

Sep 2011 Blood Word

The Little Duck

Sep 2011 Blood Word

Rylie Rose

The Little Duck

Once there was a little duck,
Who felt so all alone.
Little did the ducky know,
He could just pick up the phone.
The little duck had no hope,
He was filled with such despair.
He felt his life was purposeless,
And he was a waste of air.
So one day the little duck
Dove to the bottom of the pond.
He was prepared to leave this world,
And see what was beyond.
But another duck saw him dive,
And dove right after him.
She brought him up,
And hugged him close,
And they went for a swim.
She told him that she knew his pain,
And used to feel the same,
But together they could swim all day,
And close friends they became.
The little duck no longer felt
Quite so all alone,
And with his new friend by his side,
This world now feels like home.

This is something I made up quickly because a friend asked for a story. I think it would make a cute little poem/book for kids/teens :)