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Fill up the pages
With the stuttering nonsense
Drown out the noise
Of the distant excess
Too many distractions
It hurts the head
Fall down disgruntled
Alone left for dead
Sink without struggle
Into the noise now
If you prove unable
To shut it all out
To center yourself
Amidst chaos and rain
Fire and anguish
This human refrain
Hold up strong
Against the current
Swim above
this
Cacophony
of
*******.
I tried to do something with as little punctuation ('noise') as possible - hopefully the meter translates to its own flow.
 Aug 2014 paper boats
spacequeen
Lie beside me once more.
And I'll pretend that everything is fine.
Just this once.

It's as if we've started over...
But with the knowledge we've gained over the years...

We'll play our songs.
Flipping through the vinyl like it's our first time again.

Smoking and drinking.

The ***** habits we had and maybe still have.

I'm stuck with the memories...
Good and bad.

And sometimes I find myself wishing for those old routines.

But I must move on.
Just like I've done.
Just like you've been doing too.
It's never fully together. Always falling away slowly getting more and more unstable.
Just when it seems to be stable it falls apart. Like a light breeze knocking
A house of cards to the ground.
Nothing is ever fully together, the illusion of control is always clouding, lingering, pressing on our thoughts. Until one day it all falls to the ground.

.......just like a house of cards
Lustfully creating chemistry in the bedroom,
Day dreams to wet dreams,
May I play out my sinful thoughts on you?

Your body—my favorite leisure.
Cravings unbearable,
The flavor of your lips forever engraved in my memory.

Will the next be better than the first?
Again a chance to savor your sweetness,
—To hear your moans escape.

Your body against my body, rhythmically our hips gyrates.
Desire for your passion—longing for your embrace.
The ******* of my neck—bites I cannot take.

Excitement, I cringe at the presence of you.
Fingers tactically stroking—smear my wetness.
Low gasps when you penetrate.

****** after ******, now allow me to stimulate.
Exposing all of my weaknesses,
I want you—intimately; the best way.
 Aug 2014 paper boats
Ann Beaver
I am a wooden floor
An ant under the table
Black speck
I am a second choice
Place holder
A paint swatch match
Just a little too blue.
I have become a tiger
Fierce teeth bared
Stripes up and down
And I love you
Even as you tell me
I am a wooden floor.
Why can't I write good poetry?
I feel empty, like someone has stolen things from inside of me. Nothing can fill the emptiness, nothing can change how this feels. No person can replace what I've lost.  
Anything that helps is all but temporary. She'll be gone by sunrise, and the feeling will return. Nothing
Can ever change how I feel, it's all just veils to shade the holes where pieces were torn from.
Nobody will ever know about my
Missing pieces.
Mankind is claimed to be the smartest,
Yet how have we used our intelligence?
Why is ISIS killing innocent people?
I cannot believe it.
Some people hope for peace and joy,
Hence should war be stopped.
Can we stop viruses from spreading?
Only unity would stop the
Most powerful disease,
Ebola.
Through all those words,
Read this carefully,
Understand what I wrote
Everyone's future is in our hands.
 Aug 2014 paper boats
Stu Harley
the soul
is a
geyser
that erupts
with
august light
thus make
every piece of
a dream
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