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 Jul 2015 IoneH
aar505n
Those Eyes
 Jul 2015 IoneH
aar505n
All I see are these eyes.
These dark, dark eyes,
floating on a sea of darkness - not connect to a body.

Just there - up close to me.
Pressing against my eyes.
I felt like the eyes had pushed into my own eyes.
Peaked in to my very soul
Breaking my weak spine and mind.

I want to scream
Pray for this to be a dream
But fear has a funny way
Of stopping you doing what you want.

So I do nothing.
And life goes on.

*Oh, but those eyes.
They're in my brain.

They're here to stay.
Hasn't posted in awhile. Something a bit darker. Mel is at it again.
 Jul 2015 IoneH
leeannejjang
a heart is made up of muscles,
to pump blood and keep us alive.
But, why does it hurt when someone leave us?
'cause in our mind,
we made an imaginary heart.
Like cinderella's shoes made of glass.
When we try to fit someone inside,
who is not meant for that place
it gets broken.
thanks xj for the idea.
 Jul 2015 IoneH
William A Poppen
Today she listens to her body --
complexity churning beneath her skin
traces of passion bounding in her veins
as surging waves along the seashore

She guides her hands creating something
of this moment -- leaves indelible marks
to delight a student of nature

Her *******
are soft on the outside
roaring within

Today her body
grow older
moves slower
She watches
her bones rise
slowly
to meet the day

No bouncing flesh
comes with her
to face this day's
challenges
She plays
the experience card
to stay alive
one more day
Originally published in Honey & Darkness, 2009.
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