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 Apr 2011 heidi
Rosie
Mist's of time
 Apr 2011 heidi
Rosie
Through the mists of time
Which stretch between us
I see you
Blinded and forgotten
I turn my head to beckon you forth
But alas
You stumble towards the edge
You may be missing from my sight
But never from my heart
Therefore you and I
Will be
Forever
 Apr 2011 heidi
Rosie
Tight
 Apr 2011 heidi
Rosie
She held too tight
And destroyed
All the good that he saw in her eyes
No belief in self
Can *******
The person you are inside
 Apr 2011 heidi
Rosie
Thieves
 Apr 2011 heidi
Rosie
Sweetly she speaks of freedom
And then lies down to sleep
Within a den of thieves
Sweetdreams are replaced with nightmares
As she awakens to herself
Tomorrow she will
Excape from
All that she has created
 Apr 2011 heidi
Harumi Ikeda
The End
 Apr 2011 heidi
Harumi Ikeda
Look at me
Take one good, hard look
I look fine
In reality, i'm dying

Dying so slowly, i can barely feel it
Yet every breath i take
I know i'm getting closer to my end

And i hear so many stories
Terrible tales
About people who never did amount to anything
And they never did smile
When they passed, it was seen as a blessing

I don't want you to cry when i leave
But i want you to know
With astounding certainty
That i left the happiest i could ever be
And i did everything i wanted

So, i promise i will
And you'll be proud of me
And you'll smile at my memory
Because i'd frown if you cried
 Apr 2011 heidi
Luke OReilly
Mark it
 Apr 2011 heidi
Luke OReilly
She held a bullhorn
To his ear
And being deaf
He could not hear.

And she decried
All of his wrongs
which to his ears
were lovers songs.

She cursed him
For his tardiness
To him, his head
she seemed to bless.

She cried he was a
lazy dog.
To him, she prayed
as though to God.
 Apr 2011 heidi
Luke OReilly
Budding writer in need of
a muse.
One whos views
will fuse together
disjointed observations,
through musical maschinations
into flowing verse.
Shapely and round
if you please
And not averse
to ******,
borderline
perverse.
 Apr 2011 heidi
Luke OReilly
Elixir
 Apr 2011 heidi
Luke OReilly
Stomach ulcers wait for me
acid reflux looms
Bloated Belly
Backend bother
Doctors waiting rooms.

And still I wolf down whiskey
and guzzle gassy stout
and wake at dawn
a can in hand
in the middle of a roundabout.

For whats the point of living
if living is a chore
some love life without drinking
I find I enjoy it more.
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