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 Jul 2016 Darren
lost and found
Your lips
never quite
tasted like poison,
they seemed more like alcohol,
and I didn't know
kissing them
would be dangerous,
until I died. //

               03.23.15
                     -          Poet
                                 (db)
 Jul 2016 Darren
mk
i keep looking
for a trace of
myself
in your art

because
my poetry
is
entirely
made of
you.

but
i suppose
i loved
&
lost

whereas
you
gained
&
gained
&
gained.
you survived it. you win.
 Jul 2016 Darren
Jacobe Loman
Waves
 Jul 2016 Darren
Jacobe Loman
Sitting, fishing for compliments,
the pole becomes too heavy.
Simply, blame our biggest fish,
somehow denying advice entirely.
Flirting to concede by the stream,
vaguely dreaming of obscurity.

Spiraling downward, sinking at sea.
Murky depths swallow wholly.
Descending into imagination,
strange thoughts ignite reality.

Strangers in darkness,
awakening the gloom.
Tripping over ideas, centuries old.
Images of heroes manifest.
Ciphering; the will to power,
the endurance to grow.

Their thoughts come in waves.
Nietzsche, Reznor, Sartre and Kyo.
Each a different color, one very bold.
Monochromatic, they highlight.
Lips move, but nothing is told.

Feeling cursed, desperately resuming previous functions.
Trapped in a skinner box, pressing the same button.
Dreaming of thoughts wishful to hold.
Embracing the pain, becomes something gold.
The way her eyes,
saw me,
Through the glass window,
With her small, wonderful
Favourite
Candy
Eyes
Let me smile everyday.

               By K-mari ©2016
 Jul 2016 Darren
Abigail Sedgwick
On the days that I can't
even roll over in bed without
an internal sigh so deep
it would rival the heave of
the shuddering earth
and you ask me why
dinner is still cooking and
the drier is fluffing and
the dishes are crusting
and the dust is still lying
and my lashes are bare
and my hair is unkempt
as the sheets on the bed...
On these days when
I go to work anyway
before you wake up and
I get home after you
(you're sleeping on the couch)
and pick up after you
and serve myself after you
and you still think to ask
about the undone things that
your eyes see so well...
On these days with
these questions and that
look in your eyes
it's all I can do
to set my jaw,
smile,
and say:
"I just haven't..."
 Jun 2016 Darren
M
All I ever do
 Jun 2016 Darren
M
Day turns to night
and all I do is write

Got no one to talk to
and all I do is write

Can't seem to forget you
and all I do is write

Night turns yet again to day
and all I do is write

All I do is write
and write is all I do
 Jun 2016 Darren
obnoxious
Untitled
 Jun 2016 Darren
obnoxious
We walk a narrow line
between love and hate
he spoke in prose
a foreign tongue
of rhyme & rythmic
of lust & dreams
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