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 Jul 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
lemon
God you make my heart hurt like nothing else
But I still tremble when you smile at me
My hands still shake when they brush up against yours

You don't even know I'm trying to write poetry about you
And then failing because i start crying every time before i can finish
You are the sea that rocks my tiny boat
 Jul 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
lemon
some days i get so sad you don't love me
that i can't even look at you
some days i ignore that you don't love me
and i can't look away
 Jul 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
lemon
My love does not fade
I force it away
I refuse to play
This children's game
Being cold and empty
is better than wanting you
 Jul 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
lemon
I can't stop thinking about them kissing
 Jul 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
lemon
I want to scream about how hard I'm trying to surface
even though it feels like the entire world is pushing me down and down
 Jul 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
lemon
If i write lots of stupid poetry about you ,
That's how you know i love you
I can see every single person who has had my heart in each of my poems, it's equally sad and delightful
 Jul 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
Matt
Care for a Kraft single?  

And then we can mingle

Perhaps we will no longer

Be single

After we enjoy or Kraft singles
Come here and listen to me
There are ugly deep shadows
Where things could be leering
Snarling and hungry
Heavy and threatening
****** in the wriggling damp
The age dripping damp
Where dead leaves rot and fatten the earth
Come close and listen to me

Don't go down there
No, don't go down there
They're doing strange things in the dark
You shouldn't have come to the park
On your own
Don't go walking alone

This is no place for one so young
And soft
Delicately tremblingly white
And soft
Run home with your soul gripped tight
Before someone
Some muddied gritty  someone
Touches
In the shadows and shrubs
And the night

                             By Phil Roberts
I have an illustrious dream,
     want to be Leonard
          Cohen's gypsy wife,
he's kissing my lips on
    Boogie Street,
impetuously we dance
    to the end of love
       'til closing time
       midst his secret life,
he serenades me with
     I'm your man
         when we take Manhattan,
bewildered by his poetic beauty there
     waiting for the miracle to happen,
a sip of wine, a cigarette
         in love we disappear,
   here it is, you got me singing
        be that dog in heat,
I'll take this waltz and
   another please, cause
             everybody knows
     I hunger for your touch,
  his famous blue raincoat
         and the dew on my thigh
goes a thousand kisses deep
   in the cave at the tip of the lily
  with its very own breath of brandy,
slipping into the masterpiece
             where Lenny is eternal
If you don't love Leonard Cohen's poetry and music, it probably won't make much sense.
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