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 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
Aniseed
In
Life, I
Always just
Seemed to notice
Patterns and
Minute
Things.
Things like
The left turn
Blinker in a
Movie scene;
Sometimes
The
Very
Slight shift of
Symmetry in
Someone's face;
Straight lines
And
Even
Syllables.
And it's so hard
To keep track
Of it
All.
 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
Aniseed
There's a sting in my chest.
There's stiffness in my limbs.
There's a grimace on my face
I can't wipe clean.

How did you think this
Was going to happen,
Silly girl?
All it was, was a
Summer breeze.
Just like litter,
After all.

Please understand that
This sorrow is bitter
Yet brief,
And I will shake off
These idyllic whimsies
And fruitless endeavors
In search of a life
More savory in its rewards;
Shake off the numbness
In my fingertips to
Burrow them deep in the
Earth so that they draw
Energy to the very marrow
Of my bones.

For there is still
So much to learn
And so much to see
That fickle lapses
Of romance have no
Room to interfere.

And I will not be deterred.
 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
Q
Polyamorous
 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
Q
"Greedy girl," they whisper
For two was not enough.
I am not whole, with one more soul
I need two to give my trust.

Lovely trio of mine
I couldn't wish for more
Yet they call me a freak, "Love's for two, not three!"
They mutter that I'm a *****.

I'm not jealous or undecided
I'm not cheating and it's not abuse
Just because you've never doesn't mean three isn't better
For one who is not confused.

"Perhaps this is a phase,"
"No-one in their right mind would wish
For three or for four, how about two, who needs more?"
They all think just like this.

But I am polyamorous
My partners are in the plural
And we love equally, it doesn't matter that we're three
Our relationship breaks no ethic or moral.

So judge as you will
Judge as you please
I am proud of my *** and sexualities
And it's polyamory for me.
Polyamory

You see,
the poly I am
is different then the poly
I want to be.  
For me,
poly is about being free,
but also
not shirking from responsibility.  
After all,
who wants to fall in love
with some ape in a tree?  
Definitely not me!
So you see,
Poly is about love, for me.
It's about creating an endless sea
Of compassion and connectivity.
But, it also creates safety
For your poly family.
And if doesn't well...
Your guaranteed some misery.

But the poly I am
is different then the poly I wish I were.
The poly I am
is hidden and sore.
Secretive and pale
it seems to only lap gently
along loves shore.
Instead of armor made from belief
I steal bits of time like a thief.
This ***** badly lol.  Experiment in poetry gone rather badly amuck.  I like the sentiment however.
 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
Noah
when you tell me I'm in love with all our friends
I know it's a joke and I laugh along, but really, it's true.
I can't help but love so many
five
ten
twelve faces
Girls are so beautiful and boys are so beautiful and all others are so beautiful
I don't love you any less, I don't love them any more, but sometimes it overflows, dripping down the sides of my form
cutting through negative space
I have always been the one to sit in the attic, always been the one to savour the cold, always been used to metallic rattles and the feeling of coughing once more before I can pull away from from the back of my throat
and sometimes when I'm surrounded
by beautiful people and their conditioner words,
it just glows
Tonight I just feel like everything might be all right, for all of us.
 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
Jasmin
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
Beautiful boy Bruce
is all black and blue.
His mind gets loose
and is held by glue.
I can't figure out
what writes these words,
is it my hands
or is it the keyboard?
 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
Mercurychyld
The days are getting darker and cloudier now,
like a metaphor for where my spirit is.
I feel the tentacles of depression taking hold,
quietly slithering, one by one, around my throat,
squeezing the smiles and laughter and happy
thoughts away.
Nothing gives me joy, not even the usual pleasures.
The music has taken on a sad and menacing tone,
reminding me that depression is, once again, a most
unwanted yet insistent guest.
 Oct 2015 Eleanor K
endlessspace
excuse me could you tell me
where's the restart button
for life?

excuse me could you tell me
if there's a download link for
happiness?

excuse me could you tell me
how to ctrl-s
this perfect moment?

excuse me could you tell me
whether sorrow
is deletable?

excuse me could you tell me
how to fix my connection
with her?

excuse me could you tell me
if my operating system
is just faulty?

excuse me could you tell me
why it takes so long
to log off?

excuse me could you tell me
what it means to be
disconnected?

excuse me could you tell me
why my guilt
cannot be processed?

excuse me could you tell me
how to perform a shut down
safely?

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