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 Apr 2016
JL
The wings on my back
Are cut away
By kitchen knife
Veins of royal blue
      ink of you
Are an
Ocean's
Pull
/
I sleep
Walking again like a deer through the Orange groves
And on the banks of C-24
Wandering in dark
Knowing not time's ache
Down old paths
Beneath all stars
I go alone drunk on soil scent
Twenty three as I should be
I run and don't know why
Carrying a burden I do not understand
 Apr 2014
Nandini
Seeping through the crack,
The light , blinded by my dark captor
******* , yearning for you.
 Mar 2014
sayona
i used to be scared of the dark
but as i grew older,
i had no other choice
then to just
get used to it.
 Mar 2014
b for short
Oh, I see—you liked it when I used that big word, huh?
You want me to use some more?
Mm, let me just grab my pocket Thesaurus.
Yeah, that's right baby, I take it everywhere with me—
I find it quite useful in these… situations.

Right now, I could give you seven variations
of the word “****.”
Seductive
         Arousing
                Provocative
                          Se­nsuous
                 Mmhm, you liked that one, didn't you?
                    Libidinous
           Suggestive
Titillating…
You'd like more, I can tell,
but I need you to want it.

Let's go somewhere quiet
and thumb through
my college style manuals for a few hours.
We could talk about sentence variety,
the Oxford comma, some syntax,
and mm, if you're feeling real good,
maybe even discuss the proper usage of a semi-colon.

Just know, I've been saving semi-colons
for, you know, that special someone.

If things get a little steamy, we can go down to the basement
and I'll show you my Scrabble board.
I'll set you up for a triple-word score,
and you can put together some of those high-scoring,
two-letter words that really get me going.
Oh yeah, I think I'd be into your strategy.

When the game is over, I'll lean you back,
come in real close, and whisper some Neruda,
some Cummings,
some Dickinson
softly into your ear.
Afterward, I’ll trace lines of Hughes and Whitman
down your naked spine with my fingers.

I'm sure you know it's only polite
to return the favor.

It's just an idea.
I know it sounds good.
Trust me, I'll be gentle—
But baby, believe me—
I could punctuate you in all the right places.
© Bitsy Sanders, March 2014
 Mar 2014
jeffrey robin
••
••

Cabin round the bend
Bad-*** dudes live there



She can't go near

What if she would want to stay?

••

Best get back to  School

She knows all them high school games



She knows how to blame

Every thing on LOVER BOY

He
( her broken toy )

Alas !

Is her DRUG OF CHOICE!

••

All them BAD-*** DUDES

Treat her as the JOKE she is

Little high school bratty kid

Don't give a **** about anyone
Don't know **** about anything

••

She don't realize

Age of 30 comin soon

And she will need some bad - *** dude

To get her down the line

••

Cabin round the bend

Bad-*** dudes live there

Just what will she say

When they do ask her to stay?
 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
A colorless sunset disappears
Melancholy underlies a quiet night alone
Itchy feet and restless thoughts
No sleep for the weary
White noise fills the space reserved for real emotion
Crippled mind and clogged heart
Regurgitating memories trying to feel myself
Comfort in the absence of pain
A vapid existence
A quiet night alone
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 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
it is my unseen lover
it caresses my dreams
and weaves beauteous nightmares
my closest friend, it walks with me
our hands entwined in better days
and cradles me tight against its breast as I falter
though feared by so many,
it is comforting in its consistency,
in its dependability
always there, it never disappoints
close enough to feel its cold breath envelope me,
it feels like home as it moves like fog through the cracks in my soul
And my heart can almost feel whole in its bitter embrace
©PrttyBrd 14/08/11
 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
He asked to see my words
Joy in unexpected interest
But to share a glimpse inside the emptiness
The truth I've hidden for years
The fact that my feelings lay bare in ink
Though no longer reside in my soul

He asked to see my words
Answers to unasked questions
The truth of my daily struggle
The demons dancing within
The reason my heart is dessicated
The shame of my reality

He asked to see my words
To learn I do not trust
To see the dark prevail
So different from what I show
Frightened to lose someone else
Someone I dared to pretend to love

He asked to see my words
Hidden within is truth
The fact I try to no avail
That I only betray myself
To risk a loss of one so dear
There will be no recovery from nonacceptance

He asked to see my words
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 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
Rue
It remains through a century
A dozen lifetimes
Through the pain

It shadows all that shimmers
Blocks the sun
Brings the rain

It weighs like heavy armor
Protects the heart
From love's refrain

It ***** out all the joy
'Til there's no trace
But for a stain
copyright©PrttyBrd 22/06/2010- From Sunset to Sunrise
 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
Know it all in theory never practiced
Waddles and quacks
Assumptions under false pretenses
Opinions often criticize
Judgments without a clue
Senseless chatter
Assless pants
Years behind
Broken spirits
Wavering faith
What is proof?
Wasted life and selfish acts
Yeah, what do you know?
072308
 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
I am a poet
And my world is my own
No ingestion of substance can compare

I am a poet
My senses I hone
How else can I color them to share

I am a poet
My pain is my pride
My wounds bleed raw on a page

I am a poet
My hope burns alive
Experiences transform me to a sage

I am a poet
I overflow with love
I accept all for who and what they are

I am a poet
Who needs not a shove
To weave a story in whimsy from afar

I am a poet
My passion rules the mind
However logical I pretend to be

I am a poet
I coax the words in kind
Filled with feelings only memory can see

I am a poet
I see the verse as yet untold
I bathe pages from the beauty of a look

I am a poet
My pen leads to my soul
There is intrigue in every shadowed nook

I am a poet
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 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
I did not see.
I could not understand.
I believed I could.
I never knew.
I am sorry.
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 Mar 2014
PrttyBrd
Confounded by misunderstandings
Believing the lies
While choking on truth
10w
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