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 Oct 2017
Mel Little
I could never know just how dangerous being a lamb is until I fell for the lion.
He could easily snap me in half, mentally, emotionally.
He is all predator, cool calm and collected.
All harsh lines and sharp tongue
All confidence and cockiness
But the way he moves, so beautifully
It breaks my heart.
And I am the sick ******* that can't bear to let go,
I would run if I wasn't so busy being caught up in him
So busy wanting to put him back together
Because he wasn't always a lion, wasn't always this.
He was a cub once, a smaller version of himself now
Lesser and more
But I will fall asleep tonight thinking of his roar
And what it does to my heart
Not afraid, but utterly transfixed
Stupid, stupid lamb
For falling in love with the lion.
The quote that is the title was written by Stephenie Meyer ten years ago. The poem however, is mine
 Oct 2017
Meg
Your touch haunts me. 

I feel you in the most intimate places.

Possessing my soul. 

Not even a priest can save me from you.
 Oct 2017
Meg
There was a before.

There was an innocence to my life.

I was there just to be me. 

Now i am here to be what ever you want me to be.
 Oct 2017
Poetic T
I have a graveyard of less fortunate
           Halloween jests that failed
                            to breath deeply...

Every year, I pick one, not so young..
                   but those of later age..
ones stealing the youth of kids..

They are past their sell by date..
                     Gooey centres now stale,
I do this for the young,
                I'm a ghoul hunting monsters.

I see past your masks, below the masks of
                    mistaken trust.
I do this for the young,
             Safe now your buried deep..

Its a night of monsters, but some are real.
                     But never fear,
            those monsters are buried deep.
Never to haunt an innocence's dreams..

On Halloween I go a hunting...
                   giving candy to energetic smiles
      but others I do wrap in the earth for keeps..
 Oct 2017
Paul Hardwick
In one's mouth
as said before
I had this dream about myself
shades of blue turning purple
on the suns of nirvana
in the right light
looking
maroon
clouds
as if breathed out of a human
coughing to soon
burning the lungs
on its way
out
by the way, smoking kills one and all.


Love P@ul.
Now that is a dream.
 Oct 2017
aphrodite
GAD
there is a fire in my chest
that roars with every breath i take
i am suffocating,
choking on the fumes

at night, i am my own firefighter
i use the jaws of life to cut open my skin,
reach inside of myself
and extinguish whatever is burning me alive
until the flames re-ignite again in the morning.
 Oct 2017
Poetic T
leaching moments glide
carpets are flea infested

feeding on the weak

wishes once on stars
now there scratched upon lotions

wishes end torment

every wish a price
deathly heights balance falter

princes do fall hard

wishes wasteful spent
genie does smile, wasted breath

no happy endings.
5/7/5 Disney Aladdin chain
 Oct 2017
Poetic T
Life is a suffocation,
            that doesn't let us breath

But I hope most  have  been able to  
                                                exhale a little..
 Oct 2017
Poetic T
If only I could catch the butterflies
            that were collecting within me...

But every wing collected  further away
             from what is meant to be spelt...


If only I could catch the words that
             were flying further apart...

But every consequence  is woven in the past,
            we collect ourselves on moments...

If we did that, no matter the reactions,
          we would be stuck in a static repetitive past...
 Oct 2017
Poetic T
Ya sitting in a single room,
                wishing it was inhabited
                 by the both of you..

But you sleep on that mattress
               meant for more than one.
               but a single thought lingers here.

You were meant to collude with more than
              singular moments.  
                             But you think alone.

Baby you were meant to be a memory,
              but know I lie here alone.
                     Knowing  your gone, I need you more..
 Oct 2017
Poetic T
We must envision
                 the what's  
not the £$ signs...
we have to pull
               all humanity
into the link of every chain..

We must look the negative
                                        haves
and know everyone is worth
        more than the have not's.

We aren't worth more
                    than any other.
Each of us has our worth
              in a world of each other
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