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I. Still. Love. You.
My heart is yours.
Take it. Keep it.
Its ridiculous you can shatter it
Yet I wanna give it to you
I deserve more but *******
I want any kiss
Any touch
I can get.
Same girl
Same miss
Same poem
Break me
3/8/16.
***** fueled
letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging

time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell

wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones,
and your name is Soul
i struggle a ton with full length poems but thank you all for reading

edit: thank you, sexywiggle, for lighting this poem up
Earned under great spell of segregation,
With luster grand and blinding glimmers of false hope,
Standing like Trajan over his land, twice the spoils of war.

We must now thwart the hatred,
We must now look our brothers in the skin and decide if we can shoot them in the mouth.

Where lies the liberty in mysticism?
Why is this culture facilitating our schism,
And how now will we draw our party lines, or be done with them for a line in the sand?

Let us not fold in the face of dictatorship.
On days like this
cool, with little winds
desert birds forage for sticks
they build nests perched in cactus
some build green in palo verde trees
always I think of baby birds in spring
hatchlings, the fledglings that fly
I travel far beyond the noise of towns
watch the movement of cooling clouds
the roundness of rain upon the ground
the grey banked scurrilous skies
of hurried birds, their silhouettes before a storm
daisies that close, cold amid the stones
beneath where snakes and lizards go
slither and crawl in this landscape of saguaros
and I, ever tethered can only dream to fly.
I have just moved and will be without internet for 4 or 5 days, except for on my phone, therefore I am unable  to respond to each and everyone of you, beautiful poets - but know that I am ever grateful for this HP sanctuary and for poets everywhere.

thank you
XO, Cyd
A river is aware
of its course...
wise to the ways
of water.
~Jai Ma~
 Feb 2016 Elizabeth Johnston
Lily
I hate the world for they do not understand
When I say "I'm ok" or "I don't need a hand"
Promised to be there in good times and in bad
But when things seem wrong they were the first to get mad

I hate the world for they don't see
This demon lurking inside of me
I put up with a smile to hide the pain
Though in my eyes it will remain

I hate the world for they tricked me to believe
That love is a real deal and this is how I should live
Said it was forever, said it wouldn't hurt
Then why am I broken, helpless, lying in the dirt?

I hate myself for I carelessly let her fall
In this hole of wonder, never should've heed the call
For the story was a myth, there wasn't a talking rabbit
My sense of reality, I regret to let it slip

I hate you, hate me, hate the world in all its glory
We are the monsters living within
The very villain of our story

So hold your tongue my dear old friend
Cause no amount of words could mend
This poisoned heart that He has lend
We are all liars in the end
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