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I kissed myself on the forehead
and told myself that I've had better days
that everything used to be...  ok...

I wish I could go back!
I would change so many things,
I would learn to control myself better...
I would not listen to those who controlled me

all things considered
it seems I've grown bitter
and these words they haunt me
all things considered
it seems I've grown iller
and my killer he taunts me

the writer inside,
"negligible pride
despite the crazy ride
on a track that cut off "-me

I wish I could go back
I would explain myself better
I would not resort to street medication quackery
I would read up on hereditary

I would brush my first set of teeth more
I would learn to sleep
I would prepare preemptively before a storm
I would promise, I would not keep
I would avoid ever taking the high road
I would avoid the very notion of forlorn

I would stick to what I knew
yet despite the way I grew
I became what i had hoped
achievement was my rue
and now I am torn

I would lie.
I would lie to everyone.

because they all did it to me
and it hurt, but they couldn't see
that no one cared
not even me
and herein lies
insult to injury
the ones that love you most
are the ones who hurt severely

and so
I kissed myself on the forehead
and then I saw clearly.
The hourglass with sands of time,
Time of beauty and delight,
Time of Nature peaceful and sublime;
Now time has ended it's not even night.

It's too late time has all too soon come to an end,
The hourglass of time now lay broken,
The sand flies into the wind;
And the pieces of broken glass in the ocean waves now hath sunken.

*~Marian~
Inspired by a poem written by my Mamma, Hilda.
Trees line the riverbank,
I sat, still waiting for you.
Our names are written on a tree;
I remember, you were not mine,
you were never mine to keep.

Our childhood memories
stained my mind, lingering forever,
but it was a mistake
and I have never been consoled.
Now, I could not seem to find you,
you were gone as years grew old.

You helped me conquer fears
and taught me how to love that day,
when loving seems so naive.
I remember, you were not mine,
you were never mine to keep.

We cherish this place,
our vows, nobody cares.
We sailed the river together
and promised to never let go.
Sometimes river is just river.

Memories of this riverbank,
I wept, still waiting for you.
Alone, but this river must flow;
I remember, you were not mine,
you were never mine to lose.
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As expected of the average teen,
It was a commonplace thing
for me to be awake
at 2 AM.

Now things are different.

9 o'clock onward used to be my
favorite time of the day.
The moon would dance across the sky
and everything was somehow
beautiful.
Especially you.

But now, I don't see the moon. . .
I only see your dimly lit face
through my computer,
and hear your deep voice.
Only see your hands
forming into hearts,
and a love in your eyes
that is no longer meant for me.

**That's when it's bedtime.
I'd love to taste some lips
Graze my hips
And kiss my fingertips
Be my tether
Float me like feather
Make me better
And I'll let you keep me
*Forever
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
Am I not hungry for you
am I not starved
ravenous
when I finally taste you
will I ever stop drinking
such sweet, pure sustenance
my life force, my drink
my breath and life
Those untouched curves
Cradled by the moon
Sung by silent melodies
On a sweet somber night

I trace on it slowly
Making whorls in the void
Humming mindlessly
Smiling in the dark

as the rise and fall of her chest
thrum me to sleep
 Jan 2013 Jethro Nhero Cuizon
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My skin itches.
It's trying to crawl away from me,
out of this room
into the bathroom or kitchen or any place with a blade
because I am not empty,
but my mind is playing tricks on me
and everything is an addiction.

I am something like destructive.
I am lies and hunger and razors and headaches.
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