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 Jul 2015
Kate Irons
dead flowers and they smell like you
 Jul 2015
Kate Irons
and the saddest part is that i still listen to one of your voicemails that i saved from months ago because that was the last time your voice ever begged for my love
 Jul 2015
Gabrielle
I awoke in a mask of makeup and blood
Caked-up and confused, I stood
Scraped away at my crusted face

I'm surprised by the sweet words flowing from your swollen mouth
Because I know that you don't remember my name, but you say you love me anyway
I rub my skin raw
And scrub my teeth 'til they bleed
My mouth tastes like yours,
But you don't mean a thing to me anymore.
September 2013
 Jul 2015
2aftermidnight
A ribbon of darkness covers the heart of a prudent man.
 Jul 2015
SG Holter
Up here it is more temporary; the
Sun has already turned.
In six months, the only light will be
That of the snow piercing through the
Darkness of a
23 hour night.

Words such as swimming and
Barbecue have the same taste as the
Cardboard of the box you are provided
With when being told to
Clear out your desk immediately.
And the winds pick up from

Closer to north with promises of
Ice cold rain in them.
Then just ice.
I fear not bullet nor blade, but look
Down and shiver at the thought of having
A brief, bad summer

Such as this.
I spent a week on Helene's parents'
Boat in the fjords, fishing and eating
Cod still wet with salt water, but yet;
The skies were grey; the breezes
Ungentle; unsoothing.

But I read. I wrote. Saw viking sites
Where the ground still
Smells of sacrificial blood and
Mead, and there
I shrugged the disappointment off as I
Closed my eyes and imagined paddle

Sounds and Norse grunts from a
Thousand years ago; rugged
Travellers returning after months at sea
Under a fierce foreign sun, finally home.
Thinking nothing at all
Of the weather.
And everyone's O'Toole
But in a bliss of ignorance
They fashion him the fool
For whoever saw an Irishman
Vesti-ing a luminous emerald hat
The size of a navvie's bucket
Upon a wirey titian mat
Or quaffing pints of soylent ale
for the Irish wine they can't abide
With phoney tears for the troubled years
whilst faking Irish pride

No, tis not O'Toole who is the fool
But every other class of twit
Who imagines that to dress in green
Bestows one charm and wit
For when Patrick's feast is over
And the clock past midnight ticks
your false fair weather Fenians
will disavow us '******* Micks'
Copyright 2015 WRF
 Jul 2015
Cecil Miller
Once you give yourself to me.
There is no way that you are free.
Mine are eyes that see my prey.
Welcome night, and grieve the day.

I've loved before,
I'll love you more
Than anyone who let you go.

Don't move, don't blink,
Don't cry, don't think -
You can let your free will go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.

Things are going to change for you.
There is nothing you can do.
There is nothing you can say.
You can never get away.

Don't be afraid.
You're in my shade.
I'm never gonna let you go.

You're mine tonight,
And all the nights -
I'm never gonna let you go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.

It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.
It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.

It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again.
(Precious)
It rubs the lotion on its skin,
Or else it gets the hose again

I've loved before,
I'll love you more
Than anyone who let you go.

Don't be afraid.
You're in my shade.
I'm never gonna let you go.

I love you like Ed.
I love you like Jeffrey.
I love you like John.
I love you like Luka.
I have been working on this song a few weeks. I just finished it.
Yes, I know it is very, very dark but don't anybody get your knickers in a budge. It's not a love story. It is not real. If you understand certain references, don't get freaked. The title came to me. It had some alliteration that I thought sounded good, so I built it around a soft techno-club beat that would have been heard in dance-a-terias in the early 1990's. I, of course, retain all ownership and rights to all my work. Please do not use it to buy, sell, trade or for fundraising for this or any other sight.
 Jul 2015
Late night stars
A princess with a broke heart.
A prince with impeccable smarts

A princess  who could never trust
A prince with tremendous lust

A princess that wouldn't fall
A prince who knew it all

A princess who fell in love
A prince who knew nothing of

A princess who would weep
A prince  fast asleep

A princess that carried lies
A prince with ocean eyes

A princess who was dying
A prince that was felt like he was flying

A princess stuck in her dreams
A prince with High esteem

A princess who finally had enough
A prince who acted tough

A princess who spilled her guts
A prince had slept with the *****

The princess who said a eight letter phrase
The prince who would never be just a phase


A simple girl who fell in love with
A  complicated guy who just slipped by
Wrote in my beautiful grandparents room
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