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 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Gabriel
Standing in the sunlight
Warmness on my face
The brightness nearly blinds vision
I lick the beams to test their taste
Just for contemplation
I wonder at the experienced sight
Of standing on a sun's molten seas
Where light forbids the night
Burning with such ferocity      
In the middle of the cold dark matter
Where a single touch may move a ton
Great held truths may begin to shatter
But I am merely staring at the sun
And a simpler day had started
Outside the lids of the closed eyes.
The voice said
“Go back
‘Tis not
your time”
I floated down
to this body of mine,
lying there, flesh ‘n bone,
soulfully lost, on my own,
for the light was still there,
shining bright, calling to me,
feeling so right, beautiful,
pulling, surely not dreamt?
It just wasn’t my time,
‘Twasn’t meant.  
LadyP©2014
A thought, not an experience I've had... I wish 'twere so.
nights are getting longer since you went away
tears they fill my i eyes cant get through the day
my heart is now in pieces shattered on the floor
now my life is lonely i cant cope no more

i wish it  was the same the way it used used to be
you here by side together you and me
i would love you stronger than i did before
i cant stand the lonelieness  cant take it anymore

ill be waiting here  waiting here for you
hoping  youll come back to me so we can start a knew
until then ill dream how it used to be
when we were together and you were here with me
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Sjr1000
Breaking out
in
Bojangle
dances
in
the most inappropriate
places.
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
marina
i don't need photos to
remember you;
you are burned
onto my
heart
[ ]
I cannot find
my peace of mind,
the weight of which crushes me
and I know not where I am again.

Like being so far away from home,
the smell of clothes
takes me back to the
last time I was in them.

I trace these thoughts
as I trace the curve of your spine-
immaculate ridges like the ride of
the cobblestones on your porch.

I find my solace
in the perfect arches of your shoulders
like the hold of the hearth
that keeps me warm.

I stow my secrets
into the unbreakable weave of your ribs,
safe and sound into the vault
of your tireless heart.

And dreams I dream
to the lullaby
of your ebb and flow
heartbeat.
Trying to like what I write. I grow tired of the shape of my words and the way it flows- far off from where I wanted it to be. I am having a hard time thinking right.

Insanity, madness.
Me.
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Mikaila
I will love you so much you won't trust yourself with it.
But you are kinder than you think,
And if you do trust yourself, neither of us will disappoint you.
Your birth was a storm of pain.
Red clouds
Roiling above a viscous sea.
Each surge
A bargain made with nature
For redemption, for release.

But I was never afraid.
I listened to you, your quiet calm,
Connecting, even then.
I breathed, perspired and rode
the rapids of my body,
Followed the pulse and rhythm of something unrestrained,
Released from deep within,
Urging me on.

There's a moment, when birthing
Like finding yourself alone, in a hot air balloon,
Rising higher and higher
Without the hope of return to solid ground.
You feel your insides gather, prepare for something new,
And it is new,
Indescribable, other, you feel like a creature from another world
And that's what you looked like too.
Little alien, yet so familiar
Eyes on each other
Daughter and mother.
This is an old one of mine, reposted, please forgive me the duplication, but my eldest daughter, Rowan, is unwell at the moment and I wanted to share this again.
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Olivia Kent
This fat British fellow.
His much inflated ego, rolls across the grass masked ground.
Eternally on the level, never obese, just jolly rotund.
Always gets given a present, the noble order of the boot.
Out for rough and tumble, very thick skinned always full of hot air.
Jolly good sport, a **** good catch.
Goes up in a volley or down on the beach.
Amend his waist, change his shape, abuse him for rugger.
After the match, can be a right ***** ******.
Anyone for tennis, a game for two on the court.
Snooker or a maybe good game of pool,
Silly poet lady, she talks a load of *****,can't get enough of playing the fool.
(c) LIVVI
A little nonsense for you x
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Violet
words
 Feb 2014 Trader Tim
Violet
those words
they cut like
a blade deep
into my heart
into my very soul
those words
they made me
cry aloud inside
the darkness of
my lonely room
at midnight
those words
linger in my mind
for days and days
there is no way
to possibly erase
all the cruel things
you've said about me
those words pierce me
they pierce my very core
and they will always hurt me
but the worse thing is
that you never ever
took them back
you never said
you were sorry
not even once
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