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She runs her tiny delicate fingers through my dark hair,
She pauses, smiles and observes me with care.
As she continues, we play a musical duet,
Never to be repeated,
Throughout the years of our existence our song lives on
Never to be repeated.
When we get old and sit rocking in the chairs,
She runs her musical fingers through my hair,
And I know the dance will live through the years.
Never to be repeated.
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Sarah Q S
I am an instrument of love
Play me as a piano, and
Free the music within me.
Please,
I'm suffocating
Let me bleed
In bed

     for the first time
I am watching you
  
   in the bathroom
     brushing your teeth

just the right chunk of light
     enough to see

a magenta vest

your only tattoo
sneaking out from the top
   of black shorts

your clock notifies me
   it is ten past twelve

a dog yaps in sporadic bursts
   outside a siren whines
only to die seconds later

     but I am captivated
by your shape

the backs of your feet

   a little fraction of skin
     under the belly-button

   and if this is to become
commonplace

an ordinary event

   I will sleep every night
with a smile

     painted over my dreams
Written: November 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (not based on real events). All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the near future,
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Nigel Finn
Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts
“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts” is a quote I have stolen directly from Robert Fulghum.
In my defence, he'd already stolen half of that quote himself.
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

I wear a mask tonight
So that no one can gaze at my windows
I have been sad for almost half of my life
And yet the gift of bitterness is what I receive
From you...

Let me wear this mask tonight
And just look at my smile
Which brings sunshine in your eyes

At least for tonight...

~~¤~~
Subject inspired by the Masquerade Ball I attended last night.
I write this
Through watery eyes
and trembling hands.
Who are you?

Am... I a monster?
I don't remember doing anything...
Last night you confessed
You felt so happy and loved...
Till i went to sleep.
Awakening to y-you...

Only

That wasn't you...
You acted like... I hated you...
Saying I wanted you gone...and
Didn't care...

I began trembling in fear...
Scared and worried if you were okay
You said you were sorry... that you were just stupid so...
I asked you what was wrong... worried
For the way you were acting
You told me... it didn't matter...that I d-didn't care...
By n-now im shaking and crying... what did i do?
I asked you again... why you were saying these things...
You...yelled...told me you didnt know and to get off your case...
I apologized... I was in the wrong... I guess...
Sunken into myself i jusy shook and trembled quietly...
Till you told me to...stop and be happy...
Be nice to you... and when i again questioned what you w-were saying... that was wrong... it w-was just me not caring again...
I put on a smile and wished you a good day in the hopes thats what you wanted anf that it'd make you happier... cept...
It wasn't the case... you called me out...
So I told you I wasnt happy... but afraid and confused...
Sorry for ruining your day i guess...

I dont know what just h-happened or w-who that was... but it happened three times... you'd apologize and then something would happen...

Is it...me?
Im sorry
This is a mind scramble of thoughts.
I needed somewhere to put it... im so...what....i don't understand...what happened? What'd i do...im sorry?
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Olivia Kent
Christmas is coming.
The turkeys quaking in their boots.
The ***** sits in the subway.
He's cursing mental health, it's roots.
He's dreaming of filling his boots.
Delusions full up with Christmas lunches.
Mistletoe and holly bunches.
A predilection for unwrapping gifts.
A bottle of wine.
** ** **.
The rocking in the shop front.
Tambourine in hand.
Busking Christmas carols.
Somehow basking in the season.
A reason to go on.
Smiling with his very best Santa Claus grubby grin.
Must be the festive mood he's in.
A night on the tiles.
In the doorway.
Still homeless.
Still lonely.
He does his best to be accepted.
No passers by ever join in.
Not even making conversation.
(c)LIVVI
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Olivia Kent
WHAT?
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Olivia Kent
A hundred years from now and what?
What shall still be standing strong and proud.
Voices booming violently loud.
When man himself has lost the plot.
Scheming destroying mini dot.
One dot in the spiral universe, twisting and turning getting worse.
(c)LIVVI
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Olivia Kent
We are but a dot.
A living, breathing fascinating dot.
Idiosyncratic.
We walk upon pavements that aren't lined with gold.
Cautiously, walking those kerbstones that crack.
Watch where you're walking.
Don't dare turn your back.
Like a crab strolling sideways.
Coursing highways and byways.
As if hares running races, they try to escape from the dogs of war who continually pursue.

Thoughts.
A penny for them.
What can one believe?
A sparkling sky of full blown disease.
Powerful people worldwide, open your eyes.
Discuss implications long and hard.
Before dangerous minds combine and atrocious decisions be made.
(c)LIVVI
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