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 Jan 2017
wordvango
I've the fondest memory of a silver lake
the shimmering gleam
on that pond
it made a concrete impression
on my suburbia raised impression
made
a bit of difference in how I see
the world now
 Jan 2017
Kim
Hazy outlines familiar faces
Echoes of familiar places
Captured moments long forgotten
Honesty in words unspoken
A fleeting smile unguarded eyes
Truth beneath the surface lies
Pause a moment the masquerade
Telling postures now displayed
Rueful smiles and tired eyes
A warm glance melts a mask of ice
And as the frame fades away
Smoke and mirrors back into play
I'm quite a fan of candid photography
It is an art that is underrated in my opinion
I have had the privilege of taking some beautiful, albeit inexpert, candid shots of my friends and family from time to time -
And shall continue to do so whenever I have the opportunity!

(Edited "breaks through" to melts - credit to Phil Lindsey for the suggestion)
 Jan 2017
Heliza Rose
Half hearts fulfill no dreams
 Jan 2017
Green Eyed Blues
Refined, I'm sweating gasoline
Set myself ablaze
Just to light the cigarette of my dreams
My natural state has changed
But hasn't stopped getting in my way
Takes a drink to strike an ember
Stagnant black glowing amber
Cooking my assumptions with timidity  
Chaotic pieces tempered into
Wavering unpredictability
Directionless enmity
Enemies at wind
Cooled to harden
Forced to torch again
 Jan 2017
bones
Somebody bundled
it into a clock
and slung it up high on a wall,

with numbers
like bars between us,
where there had been nothing before;

before,
my days had come open,
open and endless like sky,

but boxed on the wall
there looked no room for all
of the rest of my lifetime and I.
 Jan 2017
martin
morphine took charge
night came on
and turned into mourning
 Jan 2017
Melissa S
The way you kiss me
Reveals to me the kind
of person you are
Don't just jab it in
Be soft and slow and sweet
Use a little less tongue at first
Tease me then bring on the heat
Let me set the pace
Then you follow my lead
Slow it down this is not a race
Taste me ~ Savor me
Marinade me in your mind
Think of me until we meet next time
We can keep it going trying
as many times as we can
if it's not right change it up
And just start again :)
 Jan 2017
Hayleigh
She melts in between my lips
With the urgency and beauty
Of snowflakes on fingertips.
 Jan 2017
Hayleigh
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How many times can I cut myself in syllables and bleed in sentences?
 Jan 2017
Poetic T
Your fingers were the ink that
penned every emotion on my skin
as you touched me in silence.

But every word was spoken with
the silken touches you bestowed
on my yearning body.

So many pages you had turned,
ruffled before you embrace you
pulled the knots smoothing every page.
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