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 Apr 2015
Elisa Holly
Your lips.
Your eyes.
Your body.
Your sighs.
Your breath.
My mouth.
My neck.
My thighs.
My head.
My heart.

You’re gone.
 Apr 2015
Sarah Michelle
The wall isn't white in the evening light
Has an old pair of shoes
that carries it down
Has a plethora of posters
to mask its frown

And it reflects the day's work as it shines**
Dull as it goes into the night
the wall becomes white again
wears away my fright, I win
I get a stress-ache everyday 1-5 pm. It makes me hate sunsets.
 Apr 2015
Haydn Swan
Thoughts touching on a tantric level,
pleasures unfold,
caught in a moonbeam,
ships that drift into a nonchalant harbour of desire,
casting long shadows over a rippling sea,  
like a soul caught out of the body,
longing for freedom yet cannot be cast adrift,
circling these incumbent yearnings are the great birds of reason,
awaiting to taste the spoils of our misdemeanors,
yet within this paradox we float on ebony streams of cerebral bliss.
 Apr 2015
Stu Harley
love
have
that rhythm
but
she
doesn't
skip a beat
oh love
when'we meet
 Apr 2015
Leal Knowone
LOST NO LIGHT, LIFE IN VAIN
CARRY LIARS INTO THE FLAMES
DREADED MEMORIES OF HORRIBLE PAIN
BURY MEMORIES ALL THE SAME

HOPEFUL HEARTS OPEN TO THE SUN
AS A NEW DAY DAWNS
AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE
I'M A BULLET WITH NO GUN
I'M ALIVE AGAIN
AT THE END BACK WERE WE BEGAN

WHATEVER GODS MAY BE
I'M THE MASTER I CREATE
MASTER OF MY DESTINY
THE MASTER OF MY FATE
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THIS SOUL
YOU CAN NOT VIOLATE
YOU WONT MAKE ME COLD
I WONT FEEL YOUR HATE

wrong & right its all the same
you still have somewhere to place the blame
lost in forbidden realms of the brain
it all seems different but still the same

LOST NO LIGHT, LIFE IN VAIN
CARRY LIARS INTO THE FLAMES
DREADED MEMORIES OF HORRIBLE PAIN
BURY MEMORIES ALL THE SAME

HOPEFUL HEARTS OPEN TO THE SUN
AS A NEW DAY DAWNS
AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE
I'M A BULLET WITH NO GUN
I'M ALIVE AGAIN
AT THE END BACK WERE WE BEGAN
Co wrote by Brad Huston A.K.A. Arcontas Blank
 Apr 2015
ShuckFacedGirl
A beaten
rugged
and *****
old door
guarded
by a thousand
mile-high weeds
that forever grow taller
to grasp the ankles
of all that wish to enter,
to pull them to the inferno
that lies in the center of the Earth,
where there is no return
to this mysterious
abandoned doorway
blocking out all
light and darkness,
humane and animal
blocking all
from it’s unknown secrets.
Rumors of treasures,
rumors of demons.
Listen closely,
for none shall know
the secrets it hides,
unless one
mends the broken key,
and cuts the weeds
that bind their fate,
will they ever know
the secrets
of a beaten
rugged
and *****
old
door
What's your ***** old door in life?
 Apr 2015
David
You came in a dream, dripping with beauty
I approached you confidently, bold as I dare.
We smiled and held a gaze, eternity sparked and ended,
but before it left
it ignited an inferno of desire between us both.
In a dimly lit room, opening obscured only by a thin tattered sheet,
we embraced our passion
Holding our innocence together so tight.
It burst through our grasp
I smile, staring down to meet your eyes as you laid back,
Breaking contact only to admire your parts individually
Painting every inch of your exposed skin with my eyes.
Claiming you as mine, and giving you every bit of myself
I lift the hem of your dress just above your knee and leave a light kiss just below your thigh.
Then I awake to the memory of you that will slowly fade away.
it was just a dream i had
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