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Nov 2012 ck

dreams and things. part six. (things were out of control).

Nov 2012 ck

Z

dreams and things. part six. (things were out of control).

when she was a junior,
things were out of control.
and her days were spent,
living in secrets,
trying to figure out,
exactly who she was,
and what she was doing,
and why she felt the way she did.
and she spent her time thinking,
about the things she kept inside,
and wondering how long,
she could keep carrying the weight,
of unspoken words.
and she was never there,
when her dad came home from work.
and she ate dinner in a different house,
with a different family,
and everything was exciting,
and new,
and she didn't have to ask,
if she could be excused,
but she did anyway.
and she didn't have to help,
with all the chores,
but she did the dishes anyway.
and afterwards,
the two best friends would sneak,
into the back bedroom,
and they would do things,
that two girls
should not do.
and they would explore things,
that made her uneasy.
and before she went to sleep,
in a house that was not hers,
she would get a kiss "goodnight",
but it wasn't from her mom.
and she would think about the secrets,
that she always kept inside.
and things were out of control.

Part six. The last one's coming up next.

Nov 2012 ck

Daddy Mine

Nov 2012 ck

Marian

Daddy Mine

In all the world my Daddy is the best
Sometimes he likes to play croquet with me,
And everyday fills each moment with zest:
So that golden hours charm us with their glee.

He teaches me about Heaven and God
From the pages of our worn Bible each day,
And even though he never uses a rod
Instead Daddy teaches me how to pray.

Sometimes he teases like a little boy,
Plays the piano and sings an old hymn,
Flooding our humble abode with such joy
And say! You guessed it! My Daddy's name is Tim.

~Marian and Hilda~

Nov 2012 ck

Silence

Nov 2012 ck

Briana Nilsen

Silence

It was a whisper so silent
Barely audible over the soft gentle winds
The tears never coming.

She was too strong, yet,
Too weak.
She let the wind take her.

She fell slowly
Limbs flailing beside her
All was silent.

The wind had stopped
Birds no longer sang
Water trickled no more.

She fell softly
Upon what felt as a cloud
She looked around her
All she saw was white bliss

She told him
Told him all her secrets.
He never listened.

She said about her past.
All the nights she cried herself to sleep
All the nights she had to work to two a.m
Just so she could eat.

He never cared about her
He listened to not a word
But when she left,
He wished he did

He killed her unintentionally
Slowly put her through torture
And he never found her softly whispered words.

Nov 2012 ck

The wind that blows on lovers course

Nov 2012 ck

Jason Harris

The wind that blows on lovers course

Within the hills of Erin, stands a maiden gazing upon the sky,
Looking to heaven, praying with passion, for a prince to dry her eyes.
The winds call out from the starry night, as angels come here her plea
"Angels in heaven bring me a man that would fall inlove with me."

Without a word, or even a sound her angels shed a tear,
Having felt sorrow for this maiden who daily lives her fear.
They brush her face with silken wing drying tears from side to side,
Looking into their gaze she knew, that her dreams would come alive.

As the angels ascended back to heaven, their wings made fair wind blow,
And as they rose through heavens gate, a man began to show.
A gaze upon this man she had, and how it made her fly,
For the closer he came this man of hers, as she began to cry.

Are you he who has come to me in my greatest time of need?
Shall you comfort me, and hold me close, and love me as was forseen?
Fair maiden yes, I am he who has come to love you true
No more worries, or tears of pain from those who brought to you.

As she stood before this man, a shock came to her in size,
His wings caressed her body full, together trapped in time.
I am here to hold you now, never to let you go,
I desire nothing more than for our eternal love to grow.

She placed her head along his chest, letting her sorrows fly,
She had her dream with her now, standing at her side
He lifted her eyes to meet his gaze releasing all her sin,
As he brought his lips to hers, she knew he let her in.

This tale has meaning, you know it to be true,
This tale was written for no ones heart but me and finally you.

I see in the day or so since i posted this, that it has grabbed quite the eye of the public. i just want to say thank you. and one day i hope to outdo myself in newer words for you

Nov 2012 ck

forever now, whenever later

Nov 2012 ck

Katie Nelson

forever now, whenever later

In streams afar
and violet hue,
sat a love I barely knew

her breath came misty,
her blood ran hot,
thinking of something she already forgot

I sit beside her,
I look,
I try,
yet I languish in thinking that I'll never know why,

but I kiss her softly,
               I take her hand,
                    and two fools we wander,
          about the land

Feedback is welcome.

Nov 2012 ck

I Bet You Cried For Hours

Nov 2012 ck

Wuji

I Bet You Cried For Hours

Unfair is the open door you refuse to go through,
While the servant waits unmoving to take your bags.
Paid with commission it is his mission to please you.
But your old room felt just like home.
Sorry you were kicked out,
I know I hated being evicted.
Could have all been avoided,
If the servant had quit.
Now you fire him,
Told him to kindly get the **** out.
Ruining all she had once going for her,
His head filled with doubt.
He killed the love,
He started the fire.
She buried the love,
She cried in denial.
Don't lose both of us,
Or at least just lose me.
No one compares to him,
That I could always see.

Now I have no one. Thanks.

Nov 2012 ck

if only tell me something fragile

Nov 2012 ck

PK Wakefield

if only tell me something fragile

if only tell me something fragile say perhaps LOVE dreamless blustering of lips tumble
through years distinctly smelling of old sweaters in a careful blade of summer turn
and turn hotly shoulders into sometimes air the fullness of your breath
and fall from heaven (piercing gently every cloud)
in softness stricken with girl arms parting
stabbed by my arms parting
and fill me burning

light,