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Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

M Clement

There's blood on the floor
And gristle on his cleaver
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  Masks in the box at the corner
  of the small apartment flat
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Hidden behind a moto-helm
Driving by fun, of the socio-style
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  Richard, Phil, Charlie, the gang
  Over the head, face remains changed
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Travel through the Phonehom
Slashing through the fleshy barriers
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  Coming on a grisly scene
  Awaiting something new to see
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Quick rap-tapping
Keyboard strokes
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  Pushing through the double doors
  This is it folks

For the US, for the US!
The *****'s will fall
  But these two,
  At the moment, don't know it
  At all

I just beat Hotline Miami. It was amazing. That being said, I'm not so sure this poem is... Oh well, what's written is written.

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Sensation

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Heath Leonard

Sensation

Drifting, floating within shimmering liquid,
cascading down, flowing, blending in,
till nothing but essence remains;
Solitude becoming defenseless,
against cool, comforting tides.

Air spheres fly like birds,
reaching surface-high,
bursting from illusion;
Vanishing soon after,
as a mirage of dancing light.

Losing senses, merging as one,
contently shutting off all distractions,
held oxygen bursts outward;
Sealing silence with a kiss.

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Please (Segment 1)

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Skye Applebome

Please (Segment 1)

I know you don't really care,
It's quite obvious, you see,
But I've fallen into disrepair,
This empty shell that is me.

Could you help me out?
One favor, for old times' sake?
And tell me, without a doubt,
Our friendship wasn't fake?

Wrote this really fast, I'll add a second part later

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Some of my best friends are.....

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

st64

Some of my best friends are.....

Some of my best friends are
The tiny grey cells in my head
For, without these tireless givers
I should sorely want*.....

For I've had.....

The power to recognise the nurturer
Who saved me countless times
Who sewed my confidence at valedictory
Gratitude to Mother...granting me first wings.

The help of a few friends with proffered lifts
Not many, but enough to light the way
Takes but one spark to lead the lost
Cannot discount the value of true goodwill.

The sweet taste of that first, deep love
Who showed the path to discovered delights
Easy mem'ries...looking back, but ****** ahead
Sighs painted on the ceiling in dreamy webs.

The awkward trip down that rabbit hole
Blue lady hanging pretty in the corner
Flies trapped flimsy, on some terylene
Many padlocks loom....to get gasping to you!

The chance to slough off onerous habits
Dive wholehearted into the universe's sea
Gaps to kickstart joy and spearhead cheer
Mentors pass the torch and believe in me!

Yes, some of my best friends are NOT seen
Most reliably spun inside this osseous shell
They answer things and help me find my truth
Thank heavens....selfless amity equals mercy.

S T, 29 June

oh, just a real silly ramble, is all....forgive me.
but without our minds, we really are useless.

swell day to y'all :)

we're making mem'ries here, can ye see? lol

sub-entry: "I remember you" by F. Ifield

I remember you-ooh
You're the one who made my dreams come true
A few kisses ago

I remember you-ooh
You're the one who said "I love you, too"
Yes, I do, didn'tcha know?

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember you-ooh

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Just like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember, tell them I remember
Tell them I remember you.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIZ4ICzr5_Y

enjoy!

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Muddled

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Amanda Casey

Muddled

“there,
she lays still.
just as the sun sets and rises,
so does she;

her mind whispers “intertwined”
her emotions;
perplexed

she breathes.
with those big dreams,
she wonders and wanders.
shortsighted and obscured,
muddled thoughts.
selfish,
she was selfish.”

Virg attempt, so pardon me will you :-)

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

The love in my dreams

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Morgan sb

The love in my dreams

I dreamt last night
And you were there
And you were there with me
I caught your gaze, and you caught mine
Our feelings just worked out this time
We sat and talked, and laughed as well
We seemed in sync that day
I wrote for you, you wrote for me
I smiled at you, then you kissed me
Dreams are sweet, although not real
They help me sleep at night
It's in these dreams where I resolve the things I do not solve in daylight
I know this vision won't likely be a scene that is so real
But in my dreams we kiss, and laugh,and touch, and smile, and feel

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Epitome Of Love

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Valentine Mbagu

Epitome Of Love

Loving begins with a lover,
a dishonourable person cannot love.
Like hunting which cannot be done by just any hunter,
loving requires ability;
like fruit for the fruit seeker.
......loving begins with a lover.....
So give the lover another option to love.
Love requires intellect just like success requires intellect.
......love with passion and not illusion...
When you love, guide your heart with deligience so you be not heartbroken.
The hearts of many have been broken by love,
while the hearts of some have been made whole by love.
Love not to break the heart,
but love to build the heart.
When you love, don't only love;
but love with care.
Love with love and with faith;
that your love be not abased.
Love not for wealth,
for it fades away.
Love not for appearance,
for it's deceptive.
When you love,
love for love,
love for character;
love for charisma.
Love for personality,
not for mediocrity.
Love is a mystery

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Hell on Earth: Empathy for the Utterly Destroyed

Jul 2013 Fred Kinard

Morgan

Hell on Earth: Empathy for the Utterly Destroyed

We've been passing bottles between these leather couches since we were old enough to hang out
without a babysitter

All of a sudden all those distant things
we fantasized about while getting drunk for the
first time have developed lives of their own
and climbed into our's...
all ugly and distorted
from what we had imagined
through our hazy mind's eye....

Now I'm looking at your hazy eyes
all worn out and confused
And I can feel my heart breaking
beneath my skin
The cage that shelters my blood,
cracking all over
As your smile fades into
the apathy of a tired agony

I swear this empathy will be the death of me
A love so excruciatingly deep that it can feel
every heart beat that your's skips
And it overwhelms me
Your pain is the most misplaced of mine
I don't understand why
it aches so deeply to see you ache at all
And you're not the only one
No
Look around
At the people we've become
I'm crying for everyone