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Dec 2013 Paige

Lexi Cairns

One day everything we have ever owned will be reduced to dust,
The last remnants of our lives
Scattered to the winds.
Just another child of the moon,
Another sad story.
Love and loss and laughter
Never to be remembered-
Tossed into the ocean.
Yet we see remnants of a struggle;
Names etched into stone,
Initials carved into trees,
Stories printed in ink-
All bearing the same timeless message.
I was here.
I was here.
I was here.

Dec 2013 Paige

A dead pigeon

Dec 2013 Paige

Md HUDA

A dead pigeon

I seized a colorful pigeon on my palm
And I started to engrave the story of our love in its feathers
It flew away to orate our love
And in the night I met him in my dream
He was dead, and said “This is how the society deals with love

Dec 2013 Paige

My Poor Pessimist.

Dec 2013 Paige

witchy woman

My Poor Pessimist.

Oh, how I pity my poor pessimist
Do you not mind what I scribe?
Does curiosity never approach you
When I know you can't sleep at night

If you do, I hope you discover
That I write simply- you & I.
With my being beyond the horizon
In these words you must rely

A carpenters daughter,
(It's true) I was never taught, how to fix the lonely
But I assure you dear
You won't be in the slightest disappointed

My entire life is an intricate patchwork
Of multiple afflictions
Through hotel rooms & glamour
Abuse & drug addiction

"Through bathrooms & ballrooms
On dumpsters & heirlooms"
Baby, we'll be fine
I know in my minds eye
We'll be fine

As for the sea
I feel the vibrato,
A ripple when you're lonely
But the tides will greet you, excited at the pier
To bring you back home to me
For darling,
I long only to bury my tear-stained face
In the man too far to say he's home
I do not choose the life I live but it's the only one I can call my own.

*One day
I promise
You will wake in bliss
Between ruffled sheets
And my petite, contented figure
The pessimist will embody nothing
But the purest form of happiness

Oct 2013 Paige

The Huckster Of Love

Oct 2013 Paige

Md HUDA

The Huckster Of Love

(1)
I am the huckster of love, bibulous in love
She is my bijou, she is my billow
She is my Hob-goblin.
                       2
At dead of night she called me
I fell into oblivion
She came off with flying colors
I was impressed by her green eye
She was a pack of lies
I sailed, I sailed under her false colors
I sailed, I sailed under her false colors
                            3
These are the hows and whats of my love
Waiting to pay the debt of nature
Waiting for the call of my creator
Living to write my swan song, living to write my swan song
Expecting to write it ere long, expecting to write it ere long
                             4
I am the huckster of love, bibulous in love
She is my bijou, she is my billow
She is a hob-goblin.

Huckster of love- the man who travels around with love
Bijou- jewel
billow- grave sea
Hob goblin- Naughty fairy
Swan song- the last work of life.....

Oct 2013 Paige

Somewhere by the River

Oct 2013 Paige

Monique Olivier

Somewhere by the River

I ran to the river.
To seek someone's soul

In the city
There's only hunger and
Depression is beginning to take its toll.

Maybe they are all hiding
Somewhere between the tall trees.

But somewhere by the river
I heard yours crying.
Like white paper starting to crease.

Oct 2013 Paige

Don't let me.

Oct 2013 Paige

Monique Olivier

Don't let me.

Don't let me enjoy this moment
Where your piano fingers trace the back of my spine as though they are seeking the right key
to play
Don't let me find hope in your kisses
When you cup my face between your forever giving
hands.
Don't let me stay with you for a while when
All I want to do is stay for a
long time.
Don't let me see you for a moment
If I can't see you a moment longer.

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