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Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

La Guerra Continua

The outer walls are covered with white chipped paint and vines.
At the top there are bits of broken glass sitting as a threat.
The main black iron gate has rusted.

The hill after entering the squeaky gate feels never ending.
To the right of the hill are is a white church made up of infinite cracks,
destroyed in 2001.

In front of the church are two statues;
the ****** Mary missing half her face,
and baby Jesus missing both his arms.

Finally reaching the top of the hill,
you're met with a guard that has grease covering his mouth and dripping down his shirt.

You step through the last gate,
and you notice the giant red slide.
The red paint on the slide is chipped,
And there are children running through and around it,
each one with dark hair, caramel skin, and a burn on their wrist.

Where are their parents?
The children laugh, and run off.

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

Zebra Creams

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

L T Winter

Zebra Creams

Excuse me--

Said a zebra wearing
Shadows-
And hooves cackling sin.

You misunderstood
Biometric dystopian
Canyons flashing

Swiftly beneath stripes
Crying for negative's-sake

'I have no smoke-thistling
Essence--'

Poisoning cerebellum creams.

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

A Gentle Lover

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

Graff1980

A Gentle Lover

The gentle lover listens
Desires to hear her stories
To see her expressions
Read her movements
Unlock the mysteries
To softly caress
Her sloping flesh
To hold her
No roughness
Put flowers to her lips
A paintbrush
To touch
Every inch of her skin
To begin again
Listening
As her breathing changes
And when she sleeps
Naked beside him
The gentle lover
Slowly covers
His lover with the soft sheet
To keep her safe and warm

#love #desire #passion #lust #***

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

Precocious

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

Lachrymose and Lies

Precocious

She was Precocious
This girl knew what she was doing
She was smart enough
to act stupid
She was brave enough
to act afraid
And she was strong enough
to act weak.
She was wise enough to choose carefully
She was so particular about everything
She hit puberty sooner than every other girl in primary school
And her body
was doing her head in.
Her hormones kicked in too young
Her cravings were there before her peers gave up on believing in "cooties"
She had strong beliefs
An open mind
And a pulse in her ***** by the age of 9.
Some say Precocious
Others say she was "too intelligent for her own good."
She knew too much
She was emotional
and deeply understanding.
She had herself figured out and could hold an adult conversation
by the age of 11.
She was molested at 12 and ***** at 13.
This girl was a broken girl.
To "fix" this tear she sought someone she trusted to give her virginity to the night of her undoing
Years on she doesn't regret it.
But she does regret letting that so called best friend pin her down and ******.
But she chose who she gave her virginity to
It was the bravest thing she could have ever done and she knows it.
This girl is 17
She got lost in bad relationships and didn't know where her heart was anymore
Now she understands love and its comfort
and how it is the easiest thing to maintain and enjoy
and how it doesn't get in the way but instead is that warm thing she can come home to every night.

So yes, I grew up fast

And if you think I am foolish, moody, stupid,
absent minded and just like everyone else my age
Be my guest
Because I'm only enjoying being myself
And I can grow a pair and grow up
in less than a
second.

I am **Precocious

#pain #teen #up #true #story #youth #precocious #mature #grown #biography

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

Uncertainty

Oct 2015 Brian Payamps

redspace

Uncertainty

I don't know how it feels to have the color bleeding from my eyes
Seeing the fires through the highs
Having the chills and getting by
through the night just long enough to see straight again.
Stumble back to a tent, say a prayer, resounding amen
That you'll wake in the morning with some enlightenment
on the adventures last night and what you thought they meant.
I don't know how it feels to see a girl you love cry
Feeling sorry for herself and the downward demise
Of the love and the lullabies
that you used to hum to her through muffled sheets.
You kiss her face, stroke her hair and find your own peace.
Both drifting into dreams.
That heavy sleep.
I don't know how it feels to be left high and dry
Your directions discredited and thrown aside
You're back by the fire staring at the sky,
And I know it's been weeks
since you've really felt your heart beat.
Just stuck on repeat,
sitting in defeat.

I don't know why I never posted this. I just read it again and know exactly how I felt when I wrote it and why I wrote it and it just makes way too much sense not to make it real.
If for no one else, myself.