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 Jun 2013 explorereality
JL
Feeling fine
I am a paper cup full of ice
An inter-dimensional (being)
Laughing
And
Agreeing
Take off your disguise,
Beautiful
Let me see those pearly-eyes
Ruby lips
Diamond cheek bones
May I kiss?
May I sit?
Good to see you
Great to be here
Can I pour you some tea?
Two cubes of sugar
A tad of cream
A little rat poison
To help you dream
Half-closed eyes
And leaning
Gossamer dreaming
As you play piano
For no reason at all
You play with the treble
Line to line
Perfect pretty rhytm
Dancing in time
The melody of your thin dress
And the shape it reveals
Limbs and weeds
The music swells
A dash of lust
Your summer smell
A fragrant perfume
The jump of eyes
Northward
Eastward
Westward
Skys
The spark of  fingers
A flash electric blue
The kitchen light
Is dripping on you
The teeth of your smile
The color of white
*No my love
I cannot stay
With summer here
It's time to play
If your mother says you can't come out
I'll stand outside
I'll scream
I'll shout
Over radios
And t.v screens
Shooting cap pistols
At everything
Because last night I had a dream
You called on the phone
I heard your  whisper
Infinite dial tone
On the reciever
Lie dreamer
 Jun 2013 explorereality
Jeremy
isn't it weird how people attach beauty to certain objects
or certain things, or certain places

all I'm saying is
the sound of falling rain
doesn't knock the breath out of my chest
the way your fingernails do
 Jun 2013 explorereality
marina
i know that we all break in different
ways (and who am i to talk?) but
i thought you were stronger than that.
wowit'sbeenalongtime.
i just don't even know what to say.  so much is happening.  my head is a mess.  
at least it's summer.
 Jun 2013 explorereality
marina
i'm sorry,
some things just don't
change-

(you could tell me
you still love me
one thousand times
and it wouldn't
make a difference;
i started tracing
his name into
the margins of my
school papers long
before you were
gone)

maybe it's time we just
forget
your ex-lover is dead by stars.  great song, eh?  it's on repeat.
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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It's Autumn and I'm waiting for love again,
Like the cold changes the leaves, i want someone
to change me too.
I want to turn red with blush and fall
into his arms.
I'd be a fallen leaf and
he'd be the gentle, crisp wind.
He could carry me to happiness.
I could fall asleep,
and never wake up.
That thought, that fact, terrifies me.
But it fascinates me more.
The only thing i see
in your seaside eyes
is love.
i don't see the mistakes you've made
or the rumors and lies
that everyone seems to see.
I don't see a delinquent in you,
that's not who you are.
I see beachy hair,
curling around your face,
just right.
I see a tall lankiness,
as you tower over me.
Those eyes, and
that smile.
I see how kind you are,
and how much you really
care. i know you aren't who
they think.
You are who you are with me.
I see you, and i wish you
could see me too.
We're making this up as we go along,
afraid of what will happen
if we have a plan, that doesn't go as planned.

But right now i know,
i just want you with me,
i want you in my life,
on my lips,
your scent in my head and on my clothes.

And if wanting, no, needing that
ruins what we're doing right here,
right now,
then forgive me and
please, please stay.
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