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 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Nina
5:36 pm
 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Nina
Cold hands
Shaking lips
Burning eyes
Stinging cheeks
I'm haunted by
Your memory
And I have lost
My sanity
And in everything
I think I see
You
As the lights flickered down,
Over the carbonic sparkle of
Orange Juice spiked with sprite,
Do you remember holding a kiss
To the chagrin of parents and hostess?

You loved me so much, you
Made us a bed in the corner
Two sleeping bags merged,
No longer apart.

And I thought,
In this world,
A snake pit,
Filled both, with vipers and *****,
I would hold your hand
And have your side.

But with palms pressed together,
My fingers entwined
To keep me from grasping,
I realize,
You had mine.
I am the God of my own worlds
I produce pain
I am cruel
Love is rare
A precious jewel
I create it all on the page
Mined diamonds from my mind
Or ****** battles written in rhyme

I am the God
I say what's real
I am the author
I make you feel
riddle **** **** u riddle

not a joke a riddle riddle

short little psalm-reading

ya ya psalm reading no palm

reading psalm reading hymn

and that girl kept singing

all loud lisp shuddup *******

it I love hurt the way u call

me kieren not ky-ran rhymes

with iran in all disembodied

pro-nounciationz like 'EEE-ran'

or 'EYE-ran' both let response

wither wither from my dumb dumb

writers-black writers-dark writers

block wither wither withering
 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Joe Spicher
You know our spot,
That place where we would sneak out to in the middle of the night?
Of course you do.
Well I snuck out there tonight,
Just like the old days.
It was a cold, clear night.
Stars shining, wind chilling.
I even went out at our usual time, 2:00.
It was pointless,
I knew you wouldn't be there.
But I can hope can't I?
My mouth even got dry on the way out there,
Just like it always did.
Yours would get dry too.
I miss those nights under the stars.
I would do anything, ANYTHING, for just one more of those nights.
But for now, I can only hope.
 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Elise
reality
 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Elise
he came back,
then I woke up.
^^^
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Still

The beauty of form invades the holy sanctuary

The light is born

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We are not to be afraid

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Tomorrow comes late

We have tarried too long

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The streets are too bright

The stars too dim

The lovers are just

A hysterical she

And an arrogant him

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The beach at dawn

Look !

From anywhere

Anybody

Has come !
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