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 Dec 2013 jalalium
Jeremy Duff
I was always a needle kind of ******.
My friends thought I was crazy, and I suppose I was.
They say to take baby steps,
but addiction never works like they say it should, does it?
I went from *** to pills to blow to needles just like that.

It was nice though,
seeing how I've always been a fan of instant gratification.
Tie the knot, heat the junk, wet the cotton, **** it up, slap the veins, stick it in, get high.
Easy as pie, nothing can be simpler.
Nothing could be more complicated.
I've been home for ten minutes,
and I promised myself this score would last me through the week.
I'll be happy if it lasts the night.

My track marks were starting to fade,
due in part to probation,
and also in part to the love I've been surrounded with.
Who needs to shoot up when you have people to love you?
Me.
A ******.
A loser.

I would like a million things,
and a million more,
but why would I want things,
when I can score.
Nothing could be simpler.
Nothing could be more complicated.
 Dec 2013 jalalium
David Nelson
Saved by the Sunflower

A very strong storm was arriving,
there were large black clouds coming from the east,
strong gusting turbulent winds threatening to snap everything,
severe down pouring of flooding rain,
as if the clouds were crying out in pain,

it did not seem there would be anyway to save the flower garden,
nothing could survive this unannounced exploding of nature,
this seemingly uncontrollable outburst,
something, maybe everything was going to be destroyed,
this day turned in to this night of hell,
the rain, the wind, the flashes of lightning,
this violent death would not be stopped this time,

then a small voice could barely be heard,
at first it was ignored, flicked away like a mosquito,
the voice did not give up though, once again it cried out,
once again it was ignored, brushed aside,
the voice continued gaining strength, it refused to be shut down,

the creator of the storm suddenly took a step back,
looking down to see where this voice was coming from,
it was emanating from this one lone sunflower,
it was the sunflower that had been given the name Perly,

Perly would not, could not be denied as she screamed out,
leave this garden oh evil storm, I will not except the outcome,
the outcome that you predict will never occur, we are fighters,
we will never give in to your senseless urges,
please wake up and hear my plea for sanity,

the storm started to weaken, slowly at first, but continued
gaining momentum loosing it's grip on this act of violence
until finally succumbing to this cry of desperation from
the little sunflower.

Gradually, the wind stopped blowing,
the rain stopped falling,
the sun began peaking thru the clouds.
Perly Sunflower had saved the lives of all the other flowers
in the garden, and the life of gardens caretaker.

A plaque is now erected on this spot proclaiming the
bravery of this little sunflower that would not give in,
would not accept, would not cower away.
The caretaker of the garden professes eternal gratitude
and love for this brave creature of Gods doing.

Thank you Perly sunflower

Gomer LePoet...
an old reposting of a story from several years ago
 Dec 2013 jalalium
Haley Rome
you left me on a warm day in November, when the sun was icy and the clouds resembled falling

snowflakes, suspended in the same disbelief that I was. I had a sudden rush of recognition that the

long red thread that anchored our bed had broken and there was nothing more keeping you here than

the ghosts of a kiss that once held the world. I tried to hold you, to warn you of the damage you were

wreaking on my leaking soul, when you spit me out onto the sidewalk and lulled me with

kind words until you were far enough away to run. I won’t ever forget your soft-shelled whispers. I

won’t ever forget your pricked-finger touch. I can’t ever forget your deep-ocean kiss. I can’t ever

forget your fairy tale. I can’t ever forget our mutual thinly veiled neglect. your moan is all that kept

me awake during the draught. please don’t let me go.
 Dec 2013 jalalium
Ghenwa
december
 Dec 2013 jalalium
Ghenwa
snowflake
winter dust
i have lost you along the way
deep down below my feet
from my hands you fled
i know i'll find you again
i know in december
we'll meet again
 Dec 2013 jalalium
charlie
Player
 Dec 2013 jalalium
charlie
Let's excuse the "playing rules"
Let's put our fingers down and unclench our hands
Because this is nothing but fake.
I loved a girl once without touching her.
I'll put it bluntly..
I never spoke to her again.
I liked a girl in whom I touched and we still talk from time to time.
I loved this girl at the age of 14. And I told the girl I liked that I loved her. In which was fiction.
I told the girl I liked that I can't live without her..in hopes I wouldn't be alone.
I told the girl I love "you can leave, I care more about you then I do me."
Never second guessing myself.
I wrote a poem about the girl I love the other day and realized that she's never coming back. And I am simply...okay with that.  Let's take the player names off my identity crisis because I'm
Heartbroken
And hurt.
I'm not wearing your ******* name tag.
 Dec 2013 jalalium
st64
over
 Dec 2013 jalalium
st64
the ocean-floor in rainbow-lines
lilts over
                            heavy heat and surface-din


calm-vow under varied-waves
hums over
                       bustle of activity in *****


susurrous-bower on moving-sand
shades over
              clipped-voice in room




('I'd like to be in an octopus' garden.. under the sea..'      //




S T - 1 december 2013
sometimes, to be quiet and calm.. is best remedy, when seeking answers.

octopus' garden // excerpt from Beatles song




sub: chase

growl and rumble in feral-shakes
high-speed chase across hot terrain
and
can't find my feet
anymore)
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