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 Jun 2018
Krista DelleFemine
If a man tells you
He loves you
And you didn't know it
Already
He is not telling
The truth
 Jun 2018
Johnny Noiπ
brimming w/ cold dreams
in a black hole of night;
I can feel her hands on my face;
chilled growing warmer
unseen in candle's pit
of ocean flame; bluish
her            colors slip & flee;            I aflame;
her pinkish               heart ablaze; I dream of
warm                 snooch                  glittering
reddish  & blind@midnight,  rolling her tiny
*** over on the futon,    her arms & legs stretched out
                  in the sun;
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 Jun 2018
stacie
burning in the shadows
lightning in my dreams
thunder in my ears
beatings in my heart
beat until it falls apart
clash the drums until
I can not hear , lightning strikes
reality is never what it seems
these shadows of mine
are going to burn me to hell
my secrets I will never tell
your secrets I will never tell
hide in the dark lies
to never be told
my dreams can never be sold
twisting and turning , screeching and yearning
yelling in silence when the darkness falls
who can hear my silent screams
what holds inside
dancing through my mind
the wind blows
one rolling thought after another
where is my brother I never heard
my sister I will never know
truth be told
its getting very cold out here
as the storm settles to a quiet rythum
burning in the shadows
where the beat of my heart stops
no one will ever know
 Jun 2018
Micrography-Mike D

I live in a world filled with empty lies and broken promises.
People projecting a facade like cheap veneer.
And here I am, a living contrarian following popular beliefs.
A paradoxical quagmire lost in the fog
while also grabbing my hand and leading me forth with guidance


Wanting what I can't have
And having what I don't want


I am a living contradiction

Often feeling like I am a real life theatrical performance
The true meaning of comedy and tragedy
But is it all real or just the show inside my head?

Written: May 3, 2018

All rights reserved

contrarian lost in the fog is it real or dream
Puissant piquant and predatory
And observant from afar
He looks down on your slumber
Like a door that's left ajar

Plying with his manly vice
A reckless male visage
A rogue of masculine device
Seeks entrance to your mind

He saunters with a swagger
A macho savvy moxie
To personify virility's incarnate
His dream zone's metier

He sifts your ****** entourage
In search of sprawls recumbence
To tantalize climactic fervor
With lambent photic scenes

Grasping at your revelries
He spies the wanton lust
With swanky strut appealing
Your primal urge to sate

He leaves undone resistance
With innate resilience seized
The lavish wayward implications
Of unrequited livid deeds

Like passion's lurid lecheries
An insatiable torrid sooth
You wrestle with his adamance
Your  carnal ecstasies revealed

You pounce on his exsertion
You splay your agile form
wriggling like a supple nymph
You accept his blatant storm

You writhe in your abandon
In a euphoric supplication
His machismo ****** enveloping
Your wildest latent needs

With no regrets or reticence
you awaken from this dream
To find yourself alone again
Like it had never been
I of we all create our own incubi and succubi and we should pay attention to their parameters.  Nothing like a philanthropic Incubus.
 Jun 2018
Carina
Lying embedded in velvet gloom and night,
You and I are gazing up the northern hemisphere.
Within the sea of darkness is the stars' stained light.

Hidden inside the fabric of interstellar space,
Might be a kind of universal truth
That answers all the questions of human race.

Sensing the pull of the universe
I feel like we're lost between the infinite vastness
That none of us could ever dream to traverse.

Suddenly you get up on your knees -
Head in the sky and feet on the ground.
“Perhaps the stars only made us feel lost,
because we both wanted to be found.”
Maybe we all are just waiting to be found:)
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