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Oh my, I'm dragging bodies
over the welcome mat and I
sit them up on the couch so that
they may feel at home

Oh jeez, these displaced pixels
and rhythmic reception soon
let loose a solemn deluge
of flickering blue light onto

Oh dear, dead faces in the glow
of some early-morning show
currently being reflected back by
their glazed and vacant eyes

that I just can't seem
to stop staring into.
eye keel you nao
 Sep 2014 heather jackson
Styles
I see you, in those short skirts walking that way
Always making a point, to smile my way, everyday
Flirtatious eyes wondering, we don’t trip, we just play
I see him by your side, you tired of that relationship
Ain’t loving you right, so every night your mind just shifts
To me between your thighs, working that, overnight shifts
Toungin you down right, when I’m done- you just twitch.
Then I switch, going left to right, got you clenching your fist.
Giving you what you need, satisfies me. You loving the twist
You are loving this ****!
Hitting your spot, never miss
He calls your name,
but you come to me-- doing this
The pleasures mine; yours is bliss
One is never enough,
and two loves company
Why else would we exist
We were built to fit like this
Flipping your world upside down
like I'm your atlas.
 Sep 2014 heather jackson
Styles
Can't wait any longer,
Feeling getting stronger,
You are the feeding to my hunger.
Your man of steel,
In the real,
Here to make you feel,
That the truth in real.
Giving it to you,
hard pressed,
Now your impressed,
That we left a mess,
Showing you how I feel.
All those words
seen as bad
evil even
rude
profane
crude
         one question
why?
they're only words
why fear
what
you can't even see
there just words
 Sep 2014 heather jackson
Styles
Love reading your words,
On-and-on with those blurbs
Talking so much stuff,
Trying to get what you deserve,
I know you like it rough,
All that wordplay foreplay
Enough is enough
Time to do it all word for word
Read you your writes
Elaborating every verb
You started it with all that small talk
Now its time to get heard
Don't just take my word
I can get you off like a weekend,
Have you waking up in a new world.
 Sep 2014 heather jackson
r
I should leave here
but there's a hole needs burying

- a mountain of memories
and a thousand miles of pain -
it still smells like you
even after it rains

At the table by the window
where you used to read -
there's a whiskey bottle
that I'm trying to put away

There - is a hole that needs burying
one of these days.

r ~ 9/1/14
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 Sep 2014 heather jackson
Antonio
I descended slowly so long ago.
The memory of how
and why it began floated
away with the flotsom on
the warm surface currents.

On the frigid sea floor of my mind
crushed beneath the pressure
of liquid self loathing.
A kingdom of cold piercing
darkness was my domain
and there I stayed.

"Please, come back."
Her words echoed in the depth.
And it began.

A slow ascension passed the
darkened depth through murky grey.
The grasping demons that preyed
on my spirit lost their hold as I rose
beyond their reach.

Faster I climbed.
My soul expanded with every passing meter.
Pushing away all that held me down
and breached the warm wavy surface
where it all began.

Golden rays and azure blue skies
fill my sight as I float with the current.
Miles from shore with hope as my
only compass.

The journey to my redemption now begins
with you as my guide.

~~~


KCsPoetryContest  depression  recovery
#KCsPoetryContest #recovery from depression #recovery #depression

Poetry contest submission on recovery from depression.
 Sep 2014 heather jackson
BIGriel
This delicious dish!
So full of wonder and taste.
Layers of sauce, cheese, onions
with grounded beef and penne.

A stroll by the kitchen
is a heavenly moment.
The smell of it baking,
Oh, the anticipation swells within me!

One long sniff
can inspire great dreams,
and one bite,
can cure the misery
of a cold dreary day.
 Sep 2014 heather jackson
Antonio
Speak softly,
so I may savor
every morsel
of your tender
words.

~~~
Shouted the boy-child,
upturned empty hands.

"All that I've got are these words that I've learned!"

As his love ran wild,
and refused to return.

"These cliched lines, I believe in these phrases!"

But she just doesn't care,
and prefers being jaded.
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