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I want to tell you
how much I miss you
but those words are
meaningless
they don't bring to mind
a flower uprooted
cast deep into a cave
the once bright sun
a spark in the darkness
the cave of my own creation
how a fear of everything
brought me to self-isolation
how I struggle against it
and sink into it like a bog
how there are moments
of blinding brightness
lightning flashes in the darkness
I'm left with purple tinged after images
ghosts of what is real
©2011 Michael Acosta
In my underwater home in dreams, I safely kept-
                                      dreams of you, spiral shells and conchs I collected,
                                                      ­              A fish, I'd become,  swim with turtles,

                                                       ­ *In coral reefs I had a million friends.
A collaboration between Neva Flores and Mark Albert http://hellopoetry.com/-mark-albert/ and of Writers Cafe  http://www.writerscafe.org/Insomnius

I paint pictures in my mind with your smile and your voice,
Always hungering and wondering what you paint in yours.
I have a feeling that your thoughts beckon my own,
turn my resolve into a burning  liquid even the sun has to adore.

When the Sun has gone, and thoughts turn to sleep,
this man dreams in colors drowning me in the sea of your woman's heart.
Still, here I am crying out in a voice full of fight afraid to look into your eyes
as my heart could be destroyed, my world torn apart.

I lay still trying to obey the face of time, to let go soothing trickles of reassurance
in shimmering beams given from the Moon.
While we both use words when our eyes are not closed, mine are complex
and yours easy to hold..dropped from different hearts, yet in tune.

It is enough, holding this dream for now. With eyes, hands, and hearts unfurling,
slowly opening through barriers erected from the destruction past.
I believe in these two hearts that are beating as they write about love differently.
Today I will take down those barriers, just don't enter too fast.


© 2012 Neva Flores and  Mark Albert
A collaboration between Neva Flores and Mark Albert :  http://hellopoetry.com/-mark-albert/
I'm a wreck,
Torn apart by irrational emotions.
Longing for something
I thought I once had.
Living in a handful of past days
And dragging my feet into the future.
Ungrateful
And petty.
Why must you be so wonderful?
You never run out of magnificence,
And I can't seem to keep up.
And yet, you never leave me behind,
And it hurts to know,
That I am so plain, and boring,
And I just can't compete.
I love you even more,
Because you love me...
Even though
You deserve so much better than me.
I want to shout it to the world
I love you, I love you
I want to tell everyone
I love you, I love you
I want to write it in the stars
On the moon, the face of mars
I love you, I love you
I want whisper it in your ear
I want to hold you
You so dear
I love you, I love you
Instead I hide it from the world
but never from you
I want to hold you in my arms
and give my love to you
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Flowery perfume, floats on the sound,
Forcing its way out 
From behind your teeth.
The chemical that numbs our senses.  

Now dead to the world,
I sit alone in the dark,
As your frosted window kills the sun.
Let all my blood rush out my core,
Don't freeze us, piece by piece,
Thick and sluggish blood,
Dead. With an ice cold heart.

How noble, such a pretty face.
That mask of porcelain and lace.
Dressed high and mighty,
It's no wonder why you fall
So far.  Here on the ground,
No grass, no soft silk to cushion the blow.

We people, of dirt.
Must learn to turn what's brown to clay.
To cook from earth a bowl and plate.
We survive, and we sing away the night.
We make filthy our clothes, and lie in the sun.

Lie in the sun and not to a face,
Equivocate. You fill your words with grace.
Justify your lie, prevaricate.
Then *******, all over their face.

Catch your flies with your brown honey.
I'll burn away all the world's impurities,
With the fire in my words.
Nurse the damage, with 
Cold hard truth.
Build scar upon scar.
Become new. Evolve.
 Aug 2012 C Phillips
Ahmad Cox
Mute
 Aug 2012 C Phillips
Ahmad Cox
It can feel
Like life
Can be on
Mute
It can feel
Like everything
And everyone
Is passing you by
Living on mute
Not moving
Not being aware
Not listening
Ignoring
Everything
Around you
Being closed off
You have to
Be willing
To turn on
The volume
Every once
In a while
To truly hear
And comprehend
Everything
That is going
On around you
 Aug 2012 C Phillips
Ahmad Cox
Farewell fear
Farewell pain
Hello peace
Hello calm
Goodbye past
Hello tomorrow
Hello hope
Say farewell
To sadness
Say hello to grace
Farewell my old friend
I used to know you
But I have changed
I have moved on
To someone new
A new me
Farewell
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