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 Sep 2013 Eliza
Amanda In Scarlet
Let me trace an arc of longing on the softest, sweetest parts of you.
Make the sounds that I will replay
Over and over again, every time I am alone.

Build a circle of seduction
With whispered explicits, your tongue, and your arms.
Let me climb inside.

Pull me closer.
Place your hands behind my knees,
And slowly, firmly, raise them higher.
Make me tremble,
I'm on fire.

Sweep my dress from my shoulders,
Let your fingers find
Bullet-*******,
Squeeze, tease, grind.

I will get down on my knees and beg,
I always will.

I will get down on my knees
Strategically,
Knowing what you want from me.

Make me helpless
And laugh, softly, at my complete
Exposure.

Tell me what to do, everything you want,
I will comply.
Free me from myself,
Enslave me to your will,
Make me cry.

Give me what I want.
Give me what you want,
Oh, please,
Tease, tease.
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Sadie K
Walking through the mall,
Passing shops,
Passing thoughts,
Attempting to
Absorb everything

Keep it together, soldier

Mind racing with questions,
Heart beats faster,
Too fast
Too fast
Too fast

Shut it!

World starts to spin
Cold sweat all over
The dying feeling
Anxiety?
Depression?

Or just dying?

Slamming against wall,
Legs grow weak
Black spots sparkle across
The already dark skies

Must stand,
Must continue

Walking through the mall,
I must save the tears
Keep it for later
At home
In bed
Under the covers

Maybe you won't even have to,
They'll take over
You won't feel
Anything
Anything
Anything...

Yet you'd feel
Everything
Everything

*Everything
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Nat Lipstadt
the minutes between
midnight and six,
individuals, unique,
each one,
all dears,
old friends.

2:22
3:37
4:11
rhythmic but differentiated
in so far as
each one,
brings me a completely
special, preying
poesy dream,
bittersweet symphony.

the digits of my mobile,
double duty alarming clock,
digits rigid, rounded,
ends slanted,
bold white pronouncements
on a back background.

double identity,
my cell, my clock,
screaming pieces of time,
bullets whizzing
past the sides
of my head,
"awake and listen"

there was a period,
once, when the
body clock was
more accurate
than the tick tock
in Greenwich, England,
precisely awaking at six.

now randomness reigns,
and the county clerk
bids me record
the precise awaking time
and the poem,
therewith associated,


4:47 AM

Seven months ago.
What can I say
That has not been said?
What words do I have
But those in my head?

How could I phrase
When words can’t be found?
How could I know
Miscomprehension profound?

What do I wait for?
Where do I go?
Who do I search for?
How should I know?

So do what you do,
Just say what you mean;
There’re words you owe me
Somewhere I’ve never seen.
So the sky is the limit--
I don’t care;
I’ll build me a rocket
To get up there.

Don’t tell me the odds,
I know there’s no air;
I’ll find my own oxygen,
I’ll take every dare.

Don’t get onto me,
Come on, be fair;
But if you need a lift,
I’ll take you there.
In the dream
    I had last night
the stars were all aglow;
    Glittered sand
    still hugged the land
and streets shone like the snow.
    The city lights
    lit up the night
and sifted from the sky;
    Like dewdrops fair
    they sparkled there
too thrilled to wonder why.
 Sep 2013 Eliza
g clair
I'm keepin' all these things inside
yet saying so, guess I can't hide
but you don't really need to know
so what's to talk about?

It's early to bed and early to rise
and what I keep back, well that's no big surprise
just one less thing I'm offering
the world to have to think about

and better for you that I've saved you the time
and kept 'em as drafts 'cause they're privately mine
I'm not always open though often I find
in my heart that I'm secretly smitten

but who really cares what I've got on my plate
and whose-it said what about whats-her-name's mate
and before I can write it, yesterday's news
and the views, none are wise that I've written

so I'll pick out a few since I can't take no mo
and read all you've got, like you're some kind of show
a daily soap opera I'd rather not miss
save the kiss and the bliss or be dissin

And though YouTube is boobery still I can choose
what I'd rather be hearing without any dues
if I need a good cry, I can tune into blues
and bawl my eyes out or just listen

Hang onto your hat, you can meet me for lunch
I'm easy, but don't getyour briefs in a bunch
it's true and I know that I rarely say much
but somehow I make myself clear

Just give me a call, you can drop me line
I'm better in person when feeling quite fine
my knickers are twisted, at times in a pinch,
I'm a ***** but I'll always be near

I'll wrap up this poem with a quaint little line
it's good to say nothin' with so little time
then maybe the words that I use though they rhyme
will be ones that your wanting to hear

or not.
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Maybe Tomorrow
You were right
I am and forever will be
*Stupid
 Sep 2013 Eliza
Cadence Musick
silence leaks like light into a camera
filtering obscure blobs
that take shape
take meaning
take life.
we still the hollow breaths
that tunnel through our black lungs
wanting to hold a white hot
star in our palms
and **** the vibrancy down
inside of us.
its true that emptiness
rests like lions in cages
between our esophagus and stomach-
but its how you choose
to come into your being-
it is what defines
the map and constellations
of our souls.
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