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 Dec 2016 Dressed-N-Venom
Torin
I'm so tired
   Of the trying
The way I play with words
  Saying more with less
And the only lesson I have learned
Be
Simple
For
The
Masses
Are
                       Simple
Now come up
    Comeuppance all at once
Amateurs that strike against
    The professional
Its a lesson taught against from
Poets
Deaf
Dumb
Blind
And
Cynical
                       Simply said
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He hugged me
Tears running down his face
I felt him shudder
For the whole human race

Just who condemned him
Has always been clear
The righteous
The believers
The possessors
Of fear

Yet sympathy
I felt
For the Devil
Himself
Because forgiveness
   Runs through my veins...
Traveler Tim

We pay our debt sometimes.
touch the steel,
cold, hard and  unforgiving,
like the life I have led,
yet in this moment of quiet contemplation
it seems strangely comforting,
sure and steadfast under my feet,
the sweat and toil of this vast construction,
lives that have given themselves to the quest,
yet I now find myself at one with this web of steel,
my only friend when no one heard my call,
cold, wet steel and the vast dark sky,
to this strange connection I must now say goodbye,
the time has come, my leap of faith.
I wrote this as I was touched by the recent suicide of a local girl who committed suicide by jumping off a bridge. RIP x
Just try to understand the contact of eyes
No words are needed to express that how much I love
In your absence do you feel much my heart cries
Every second without you seems like years
But heart can't tolerate such tears
Love teaches new standards
Without it every sweet dish seems blander
Love is the religion
but now love is smidgen
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But you can still find true love in me... For my cute Angel
For My Angel
I wish we could end this
quick and painless
like pulling a bandage
off an old wound
but our scars have yet to heal
and while it might be quick
it won’t be painless

love is many things
but never painless
Thought i've finally had a choose
But now i'm getting more confuse
Maybe your body language, I misunderstood
My emotions, I shouldn't have let loose
I really have been playing me a fool
And I don't know what to do.

Words, once in belly kicking overflow
Waiting for the perfect day to blow
But in no time it dwindles
Now I don't know what more to say
Maybe they are yet to grow
Till I dish and let it go.

Maybe I should've hold a bit more longer
Or I should've never bother.
Maybe we are not meant to be
Or the truth, i'm too blind to see
I don't know how it's gonna be
I just hope someday i'll be free.
The Feeling is choking me, i've never felt like this before.
XXIII

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine—
But . . . so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life’s lower range.
Then, love me, Love! look on me—breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee!
 Mar 2016 Dressed-N-Venom
Ana S
You
 Mar 2016 Dressed-N-Venom
Ana S
You
You take away the pain.
You are the sun in the rain.
A strange girl.
Yes you came into my broken world.
Showed me how to love.
I didn't try to push or shove
You away.
Please I wanted you to stay.
I dream of us
What we could be
Why can't you just love me?
For a girl
he sits all alone
in a smoky dusty bar
in a twilight zone of his own
he counts the neon stars

he isn't anywhere
and he isn't going anywhere

he sits by himself
as another day passes
like the bottles on the shelf
and the empty glasses
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