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 Nov 2015 Lesa Renee
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I'm sorry I have feelings
that can't let you go.
For more unsent apologies: http://tinyletter.com/barelyemployed
There is no such thing
as a bad writer,
just one who isn't sad
- not sad enough.
 Nov 2015 Lesa Renee
L
listen, there's a fire deep inside the places so unknown
where the orphans and the rejects found a place to call their home
and it's crumbling to the ground
watch now, loners and their lovers must avoid the flames below
while they hold their breath and hands and disappear into the smoke
and they're fading quick, like ghosts
nothing looks the way it should and footprints trail across the street
dragging soot and ash and sorrow on the bottoms of their feet
someone smells of gasoline

there's a flood within the mothership and no one inside swims
noses struggle and make bubbles and their lungs can't seem to win
water overwhelms and drowns
memories of a brighter moment thrown aside by crashing waves
someone used to love the ocean and the salty sunny days
oh my, how things have changed

nothing was the same

you look down at your hands and notice drops of gasoline
you'd think the smell would wash away like water you released
your home was trying to grow legs and longed to finally be free
your only happy healthy hideaway was so far out of reach

you had no choice
but to **** and drown and hurt
you had no choice
you watched the home you just built burn

something about destruction pulls you close and draws you in
losing everything you've known before it leaves just means you win
nothing's changed, you've always been this way
lighting matches, digging your own shallow grave
I miss you so hard today
I feel it in my breath
weighing so heavy
This empty loneliness
consumes when you're away
My goddess, my lover,
if ever you grant my wish
let it be today that I have you in my arms
060710~7.06a
wish for what matters.
a good-night kiss
soft, forgiving
inviting
reminding me of living
reconciliatory touch
a lingering embrace
beautiful eyes
clinging to my face
kissing again
with deliberate softness
a new wish forms:
could we do this more often?
102815~7.12a
those good-night kisses were the best in years.
 Nov 2015 Lesa Renee
Mike Essig
Just a few
sharp instants
of clarity
snatched
like ghosts
from blurry
lives.

  ~mce
 Nov 2015 Lesa Renee
GaryFairy
we fell like the leaves
blew away in the wind
a warm heart only believes
that love will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when the winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
there's no warm reprieve
the cold is setting in
 Oct 2015 Lesa Renee
Mike Essig
the days disappear
into winter
like leaves falling
from old trees
in your hometown
that you never noticed
until someone
cut them down

  ~mce
 Oct 2015 Lesa Renee
Mike Essig
Yesterday, the knockout girl
at the checkout counter -
who looked straight through me
as though I wasn't there -
handed me a Caffè Americano
instead of my ordered Latte.

I said nothing:
paid, took it and left.

After a certain age
you learn to expect what you get.
   ~mce
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