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Oct 2014 Dracula

Wit's End

Oct 2014 Dracula

Ashley Williams

Your words--
They grate and corrode.
Rice and birds--
Explode.

Rage wells,
It overflows.
No more silent spells,
We're grown.

#hate #work #rage #overcoming

Oct 2014 Dracula

"Quenched"

Oct 2014 Dracula

Dee

"Quenched"

Collaboration...Dee and Deborah Brooks

I was the scorched wasteland,
you the ravishing stream
my life, sparse
while yours teemed
my lips parched
while yours gleamed,
one drop water was all
that I had sought,
alas! That was too much
for you to part with…

I live on
as the deserted desert.

**You were scorched in my being
Sent my ravishing stream to drink
Kissed your lips that were parched
My love made you shimmer and gleam.

My tears real, splattered as raindrops
Your lonely hand reaching out
When the day we bid goodbye
In the deserted desert
Alone by ourselves…

The fine collaboration by Debbie Brooks was
in response to my poem 'Drought'
Truly thankful to you
Deb....

Oct 2014 Dracula

Asphyxiation

Oct 2014 Dracula

Jh

Asphyxiation

Tonight, months later, I lay here accompanied with only
The leisurely winds teaching my cigarette smoke to dance
And a rage as present as the hole your father put into your playroom wall when you were five.
Did you mean a word of it?
The night we spent together on a stranger's front porch
Because their car wasn't in the driveway
It was you, me, and that bottle of whiskey you'd stolen from your mother's liquor cabinet.
You were tracing the lines of my palms
Whispering promises into them
Until intoxication brought us slurred words and sleepy eyes.
Since that night I've wondered if mountains would choke
On the echoes of me screaming your mangled promises into them or
If the trees would suddenly blush in shades of gold and red; a temporary Autumn.
I never knew how it felt to drown until you left me choking on the sound of your name.

#poem #poetry #promises #anger #thoughts #autumn

Oct 2014 Dracula

Her Shadow Is Closing

Oct 2014 Dracula

Deborah Brooks Langford

Her Shadow Is Closing

A beautiful butterfly you were
as all watched you from a far
standing by scented embers
with drug impaired eyes,
following by sips of red wine
at that given moment
you looked unsure of yourself
but all were so happy to offer their help...

Your tight hip-hugger pants
slid over your form
not a thing was wrong
could anyone see
oh how I wish I was you
on that rainy day..

Then one day, as years went by
you seemed so lost as I spied you far away
your hair seemed disheveled
your tears ran down lined pale face
the air didn't change as you floated around
like it did many moons before
my heart went to you
as I saw all the distressed...

Dear sister what happened?
did you fall on ill health
did your love fall by the wayside
did it break your heart?
The shadow is closing
a touch of loss still spoke
you murmured so softly
that not many days were
left to live much less pray....

Debbie Brooks 2014

This is for all us butterflies and our best friends in high school.. when we wanted to be them, and then years later when we see them they look so hard and afraid from all the drugs and hurt they had been through.

#love #life #loss #shadows

Oct 2014 Dracula

Star Crossed

Oct 2014 Dracula

Michael Humbert

Star Crossed

One might call us star crossed,
Two lovers doomed by distance,
But that's a half truth

You and I were an exothermic reaction past its prime
You and I were a failed blend of oil and water

You and I were the product of the most passionate intersection of two souls
Two strangers willing to bare their secrets
And form a bond meant to stand the test of time,
But whose links simply rusted as though entropy was having a sick laugh

When our hands joined, there was an electricity,
It could power this city forever,
If only the plug wasn't pulled,
If only the lights had stayed on

Oct 2014 Dracula

Things I'll never say

Oct 2014 Dracula

JustBeingMe

Things I'll never say

One thing I hate about today
Is no one can talk.
Somehow along the way
Everyone forgot
They forgot what it's like
To look in the eyes of the
Person they're talking to.
To actually see the conversation in the faces;
Not in writing.
What happened to make us think that we weren't
good enough
to say what we had to
In person.
Why are we so scared to speak the words
we so badly need to say?
But instead we hide behind the phone.
It saves us right?
We hide behind it because in person we feel useless.
No one realizes that you're more useless through writing.
People need to realize
That we can still be strong.
We can still say the words
That we feel necessary.
We don't have to choke them down
Bite our tongues
Or just simply keep quiet.
We can speak loud.
We can speak true.
But of course,
These are things I'll never say.

Oct 2014 Dracula

Direction Of the Sun

Oct 2014 Dracula

Deborah Brooks Langford

Direction Of the Sun

As he blows her in the direction of the sun
she hopes he will return with her love
as she picks up a amber red light
holding the stern with thorns in place
what she fears the most is the deadliest of all
no love to bring to her bow,
he is the reason she is most happy
every single night ...

Ever in the darkest hours
the days turn to brightest
with the loveliness of flowers
finding out its not real
the primal heat, a lover revealed
something she can touch, see and feel
marked by the moon, of the yellowish nights
with scared scares, with a veil of shadows
that only comes when she is alone
Oh wow, here comes the direction of the sun ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

#sun #fun

Oct 2014 Dracula

Weeping Your Poetry

Oct 2014 Dracula

Deborah Brooks Langford

Weeping Your Poetry

Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...

Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...

A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...

Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014

#love #poetry #laugh #live

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