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 Feb 2015
Jonny Angel
I hurt my knees with you
& you cherished
my back kisses,
you craved
my red hand prints.

It wasn't what we needed.

Yet I remain,
....
breathless,
thinking of
our stronghold.
 Feb 2015
Sjr1000
I was invited,
She was dressed in red,
A long sleeve blouse
to hide
the upper arm gills,
Cuts inflicted with
perfect knife skills,
Invited by the friend
of a friend's friend,
That never slowed her down.

She appeared before me,
Inviting me to her bed,
When I said, "Hello"
She was wounded and insulted
and told me to go.
When I started to leave,
She lay on the bed,
Threatening suicide
if I left.

She held me in high esteem
or so she said,
When I came forward
she told me to "drop dead. "

It's a black and white world
in her head
with no hues or colors
but dripping dread
it's what happens
with trauma's invalidation,
No boundaries, no barriers
rip tides running
takes her under.

Everything changes in a
moment
from tears to rage
and back again.

"I'm warning you," she said.
A gut check,
I thought I was up
to the task,
When she was silent,
I just had to ask,
"Is there anything I
can do to help? "

She jumped out the window
made a mad dash.

I sat on the curb
to consider my fate
smoke my last cigarette
she had taken my pack.
I fell into my shoes,
Staring,
Waiting for one of them
to move.

"I love you sweetheart" she said,
"You'd better go,
I love you sweetheart
don't go away.

I love you sweetheart
stay here - no not
there
over here. "

A dancing puppet,
I learned to love her truly.
I made the moves,
Learned acceptance, too.

Then she saw you.

I returned from the borderline
a little less smug
not so refined,
Now late at night
when anxiety has passed,
She comes into my mind,
I toss and turn
fall off the bed,
I don't know if she's
alive or dead
in
heaven or hell,
A test for all those
who think they know love.

If you fail, you pass,
If you pass you fail.

Beware of uninvited guests
dressed in red.
 Feb 2015
Jonny Angel
Her kisses
melted
me.

Nobody ever kissed me like her.
Nobody &
I miss her.

Signed,
Nobody.
 Feb 2015
Jon Shierling
The odd thing is that the words never stop.
Doesn't matter what time, nor how sober
I may or may not be.
I'll be at work in the middle of fixing
some poor fools situation he got himself
into by not paying attention to what buttons
he was randomly pushing and then all of
a sudden I can't really follow the rant he's
going on about windows 8 and Fannie Mae
/Freddie Mac and the whole corrupt housing industry.

Instead of paying attention to my customer there
are lines of Rumi or le Marquis de Sade or
(God Almighty) Dr. Gonzo pushing themselves
into my very frayed mind and demanding a voice.

It's at that point I decide that I have a need,
a yearning that I'm not able to fill,
subsequently I go home and drink
and write because it's all I've got keeping
me from going completely insane and
doing something ridiculous like selling
all I own and getting the hell out.

It's times like this that bring it all into
perspective for me I guess,
that moment I stop writing for the reader
and start writing for me.

Sure I'll be explicit, I'll throw my soul
onto a computer and worry about
what people think whenever I wake
up in the plastic morning.

I'm at the point now, where I'd
accept love from anybody,
my ideas (that weren't really mine)
about *** and morality, and the
strange connection between them,
really don't matter anymore.

If you want to touch me, do so.
If you want me to touch you, move my
tired hands to yours.

Amidst tangled lips and intertwined
hips, sweat and soul and heart
it's nothing but union I'm looking for.
 Feb 2015
Francie Lynch
After many, many storms,
There's a singular leaf
Still hanging on.
Shaking and twisting
With an arthritic hold
On one bare branch.
It doesn't seem likely
This leaf will remain.
Today I'm gripping
The same.
 Feb 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
/
The small roads
Is constricted
I can't reach at your home at all
Can't accelerate my desire newly

Walking out of mind
In another way,
Lost Address
After passing such a long days
Can't remember anything
All those demands of time

How else is a way to get lost in transit
Forget the way back home
But what is there left to be
Without the knowledge of my mind
 
Day by day Sounds seem like a fairy tale
Get lost on the road to losing forever
You do not come anymore
Can't call in my old name

However, yet I smell your hair gets wet
See the flowers to be born again
Anywhere in Another spring
Again I dream with this nature

All I know is wrong
But what happened at the time, causes
Love lives between forehead wrinkle lines
Exists as a single grain of winter dew on the grass
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Feb 2015
NuurSeraph
~ I dreamed a dream yet still it seems
a life of deja-vu ~

Kings & Queens
Scripted leaves of Velveteen
Picturesque & Celestine


My honor lay in balance
of the Two
was I to marry??

I am in love with a Lady of the Jeweled Fauna
Yet bred of royal dread,
be deemed to marry
the one and only appointed Queen.


I died alive
from the tears I cried
I heard the voice
of Heaven sigh,

"Manu,
the Sky is Wide
Reflected in your Eyes"

Tear through the Veil to the Life you decide...
so
I fled from the Halls of Ajanta
through the caves I arrived at Ellora.
I threw down my Crown
and turned back around...


Then suddenly,
just like a Switch
the nakedness of Flesh on Flesh.
Sliding in
I pushed, She pulled
On top
from the back
We rocked, then rolled
in our Song
we were lost
as we echoed
the Caves with our Love.

Not Once or Twice
My honor lay in balance
of the Two
was I to marry??

*~ I dreamed this dream yet still it seems
a life of deja-vu ~
Had some very involved dreams last night...here are the parts I would dare to share...enjoy :-)

*quotation taken from a lyric by the PainTeens, "Manouche".
 Feb 2015
Traveler
Once again the light of day shines forth
And the drunkenness of dreams subside
Sober thoughts embrace the moment
Slowly this brokenness mends inside

Oh, to be young again cries my inner child
To deprive this nature of life so vile
As the thought slips away I sadly smile
I ponder my days, so many more miles

To be with you again, my body sustains
To share but a moment, my mind remains
My soul lets me know that there’s life to be lived
Deep in my heart there love yet to give…..
 Feb 2015
Jack
~

I understand,
as I stare into the sun
hoping to be blinded,
so that I can
no longer see,
but clouds form
and they are dark,
collecting in the corners
of my heart
which is
slowly breaking
with the dawning
of this that
I understand...

and I wish I didn't
 Feb 2015
Jack
Paths weave unending,
zigzags, nothing straight,
bordered by questions,
curb lines of indecision...

It all seems too much,
cement sacks pile up,
mountains of concrete doubt
draining strength in poured emotions

Eyes closed to joyful horizons,
painted futures in vibrant choices
beaming a happiness just within your reach
awaiting your touch, your approval

Though weakness holds you back,
chains tighten their grip...as
perhaps they should,  
or perhaps they shouldn't

The desire to help is fruitless,
barren branches of no leaves,
twisted and crooked in the wind,
if the help is not harvested

So I watch from a distance,
gazing on the farthest star,
making a wish in a caring whisper,
sending my thoughts on a moonbeam

Falling to my knees,
feeling the tears flow down my cheeks,
now screaming to the heavens, pleading desperately...
hear me, please hear me...and

Look into your heart, for there
you will find the strength you need,
you will find your happiness,
you will find me
I'm a passerby
     On this road of life
    Sleeping all day
        Zombie by night
  No purpose
      No reason
           No rhyme
   In this winter season
       The only thing
     I want to find
          Is a quiet
  Lonely place
To slowly waste away
        and
             **die
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