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 Oct 2013 J R
Alysia Michelle
when you say goodnight
who do you tell to have sweet dreams
close friends
mere acquaintances?
or maybe your mom
the person that holds your heart
or just everyone
but I'm wondering
who am I in that mess of sweet dreams?
© Alysia Michelle
I'm wounded by his kiss
This alleyway is isolated and adrift
No sanity in these streets
A growing seed filthy and bleak
Flooding me trying to find a home
The embryo sank
Violated all that I had
I hope for a angel in the womb
A starving intoxication  controls my brain
Scribbled thoughts wrote in my head
Panicked tears hypnotize me
 Oct 2013 J R
September
—Set
 Oct 2013 J R
September
I wanted oranges.
I wanted reds.
I wanted to sit with the setting sun.
I wanted sadness.
May 9th.
 Oct 2013 J R
Hulio
You and I
 Oct 2013 J R
Hulio
Backyard sunlight pours through,
the gaps between the yellowing leaves.
Fresh ash from last night's flames,
fuelled from last summers longing looks.
Crumbles in a warm september morning's breeze
only to move on and dissappear,
without notice.
Just like the feelings carelessly felt
and the naive words uttered
between you and I
 Oct 2013 J R
Shiloh
Full Moon.
 Oct 2013 J R
Shiloh
Deeply taking in my surroundings
glancing at the shine of the night's light
soaked with invigoration
breathless anticipation
as I tiptoe with bare feet
following the clues
leading me to...
 Oct 2013 J R
hkr
i think i fell
in love with
your words.
this isn't much of a poem, but one of my favorite poets is leaving the site, so i thought i'd take this chance to bring some attention to my favorites that are still here. check them out:

http://hellopoetry.com/-miranda-schooler/
http://hellopoetry.com/-marina-6/
http://hellopoetry.com/-sarina/
http://hellopoetry.com/-jude-rigor/
http://hellopoetry.com/-adam-hicks/
http://hellopoetry.com/-sydney-4/
 Oct 2013 J R
Dennis Pennefather
Do not admire my butterfly form,
my red lips pomegranate blushed.
My Asian beauty beyond the norm,
that my fate has lightly brushed.
My soul with passion to adorn,
a will that love has never crushed.

For I was born not to abide,
within your cage of love or lust.
My soul will throw your 'love' aside,
my spirit's voice will not be hushed.
In your arms I'll not reside,
because my fate cannot be rushed.

For beyond my beauty that you see,
is my journey, my own spirit's flight.
Beyond your lust I must be free,
to soar away right out of sight.
Far beyond the bars  your love would be,
lies the world wherein I would ignite.
There is more to Asian beauties than to settle for servitude as domestic slaves, or to sate the lust of rich foreigners.
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