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 Jun 2016 amerhakim
GaryFairy
i saw a dead man today

how creepy

it was a really eerie thing
looking at his eyes
his mouth
his soul

i wondered how he had died

did he want to die?

i poked and prodded at him for a while
i wondered if he knew i was there
i wondered if he knew he was dead

was he watching me?
did he have a spirit?
was he completely gone from this world?

he was so cold
and stiff...
and still

did he feel cold and stiff inside?
or did he just feel that way to me?

i splashed water on his face

could he die again?
am i killing him?

yes and yes

i saw a dead man today
when i looked into the mirror
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
NV
baggage
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
NV
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
Bianca Reyes
I don't ever show the world much of me
It was easy to hide everything about you
From touches kept beneath my skin
To the taste of your lips under my tongue
Your soft beauty hidden behind my eyes
To your love I held like the oxygen in my lungs
Exhausting me physically trying to hide you
Droplets of love like sweat appearing upon me
Threatening to drench my clothes
And become visible to everyone
So hard to hide it when I no longer want to
Copyright under Bianca Reyes
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Shared on Hello Poetry on June 1st
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
GaryFairy
i've been living on the fly for a while
a dive from the sky for a sight of the vile
i tried to find out why they can cry with a smile
but they decide to lie and die in denial

they divide the ties and put eyes on trial
hiding behind a blinding pride with guile
buying is their guide to arriving in style
vying for the high life with titles they compile

and i have no way to get home

looks like i'm stuck in the muck and the muddle
out of luck where i was put just to hush in the struggle
cuffed to this crust is just enough to bust my bubble
another **** to fuss and cuss in the dust and rubble

https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/alien-report-3
originally title  "alien report 3", then i realized that i could't find alien report 3
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
cgembry
James
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
cgembry
Like clockwork each day
Near the edge
Of the bay
A little old man arrives
He sits down in the grass
Watches boaters fly past
And fishers go on
With their lives

All around the people
Rush about in a hurry
Without a word or even
A stare
To a man with scarred skin
Papered over weak bone
Deep wrinkles
And snowy white hair

His name is James
Though I’m sure you don’t care
But once was a time it meant something
Somewhere
The war has been won
History left it behind
Yet it continues to play
Inside of James’ mind
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
Ezra Pound
I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.

We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of form
To make the screed sound human.
 Jun 2016 amerhakim
Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
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