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 Mar 2013 Edward James
Anna Bear
Your hands amaze me.
Strong yet tender.
The lightest touch from them
sends goosebumps trailing across my arms.
So soft and smooth
as you run your thumb across my cheek
-almost as an afterthought
before you turn away
and leave me standing here.
Breathless.
 Mar 2013 Edward James
Mary G
He makes me excited
And angry at the same time
I want to love him
But how could anyone ever do so
He just blocks you out and won't let you understand
Because he wants to save you from his pain
But he is only killing himself.

I want to love him
But he needs to love himself first.
Let's start over
Begin a new life
Take it all back
Throw it all behind

Let's start over
Take away the pain
Get away from it all
I want to start again.
 Mar 2013 Edward James
George C
I found you
I love you
I enjoy you
I understand you
I connect with you
I unlink you
I unlearn you
I neglect you
I hate you
I lose you

Where are you
The new you
 Mar 2013 Edward James
Sawr
Eyes
 Mar 2013 Edward James
Sawr
I'm staring at the space between your eyes,
and I'm starting to think you're real.
Whatever is it that you do that makes me double-take?

I sin and stop, stop and sin
and you always look the same.
you're gaze is piercing my ego,
deflating my mind and making me forget who I am.

When in the end, it all ends the same,
I've always firmly believed in nothing.
But what I think when you look upon me
never seems to be the same.

The means to reach an end that doesn't matter,
I've never thought it differently.
You make me want to mean, and I'm starting to believe you.

I chase the dragon, I follow his trail,
but there he is again.
Chase cuts me off, grabs my wrists and squeezes.
Pleading with me, his green eyes growing, consuming me.

I watch my vapour drift and mist,
up into the infinite sky.
but once it's gone, it doesn't come back,
whereas he's always right there, with those haunting eyes.

I'm staring at the space between my eyes,
looking myself long and hard.
I'm starting to think that maybe I'm real,
But I've got a long way to reach yours or his.

If and when I fall again, and let the beast overtake me,
I re-believe, know for certain, that it's worth fighting again
I want to see that something special
that always seems to put me in my place.
Why, I don't understand.
Why, me of all people?
Because.
I tilt my head.
you're interesting.
I'm interesting?
But I stay quiet
as he chokes on the words,
the words we don't say,
won't say.
Shut Up.*
He just smiles;
He's contagious.
I smile,
shove him gently
And let it go.
Thrown aside shattered, broken…
I’m in tiny pieces
A reflection of a half lived existence
of one great big sad lie.

it’s funny what we settle for
in times where we want more.
it’s clever that your words are exactly
what my ears have longed to hear.
it’s sad that all they’ll ever be are meaningless.
promises you made but never meant to keep.

I’m in pieces here
disregarded
you left me on my own.
I’m in pieces here
I gave you all my love
but you don’t want it anymore.

Ego bruised, Heart torn
the melancholy of me blows restless
on these winds of change.
I’m not sure how I can carry on.

it’s crazy the lengths we go to
just to keep from being alone.
it’s maddening how easy
you can walk right out that door.
it’s scary to fall so helpless
into the darkness of what’s no more.

I’m in pieces here
disregarded
you left me on my own.
I’m in pieces here
I gave you all my love
but you don’t want it anymore.

you don’t want me anymore.

Unpublished work © 2010 Kimberly Rae Albright
 Mar 2013 Edward James
Isabel
This poem is for
You
You who spoke in words that
sprouted flowers of hope

And I picked each one

Like a disrespectful little girl
walking through the gardens of her
various neighbors on the way
home from school

And I inhaled that scent perfumes
only dream of producing

You didn’t stop
So neither did I

And then you did.

This poem is for
You
You who I thought would never be
a poem

But you are now
For even flowers of hope
wilt

This poem is for
You
You who taught me more than 13
years of public schooling
You who was no different
You who left

I hate you
I do.
I hate that you convinced me to
listen
Convinced me to
grow
I hate that I have to avoid my
voicemail box
And that you can’t respond
I hate you






I don’t.
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