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And when I touched her
A fiery blaze burned through me
Now aching for more
I no longer cared at all
If tomorrow came or not
 Oct 2012 Jo
samasati
i think
 Oct 2012 Jo
samasati
the last time i kissed you,
you didn’t want to kiss me
but did anyway
i know what that’s like
it’s hard to say no
i’ve done that before
on many occasions
you were surprised
or muddled
but you did anyway
for longer than expected
and when i asked you for a hug
because i hadn’t had a hug
in weeks,
you pulled away before i was ready
to let go
and then felt bad and embraced me
again
it’s those things
i am terrified to admit to myself
they happened
in front of my face
but i deflected it
with manipulation
 Oct 2012 Jo
samasati
everything is
ok

between you & i

between dirt & sky

i miss you
more than most things i miss

i'd kiss you
more than most men i'd kiss

though i need nothing
from you
nor do i expect anything

there's wind
there's rain
there are storm clouds
sometimes there is sun

from eyes to oceans
rimmed blue with a simple notion

everything is
ok

between you & i

between when & why

between hello & goodbye
 Oct 2012 Jo
Susanne
I’ve had enough of today.
Unfulfilled plans: quota filled.
Smiles: check.
Yawns: been there, done that.
Through the motions
as usual.

I’ve had enough of today.
Tomorrow, you can arrive in a timely manner.
I give you permission.
I’m ready.
To do it again.
Just like they say:
Same ****, different day.
 Oct 2012 Jo
Wilmer Ayala
you
 Oct 2012 Jo
Wilmer Ayala
you
You're my perfect imperfection
My happy death injection
My long lost broken half
That completes the melancholy laugh
© Wilmer Ayala
 Oct 2012 Jo
Kate Bostic
Home
 Oct 2012 Jo
Kate Bostic
Home is not as warm as I had imagined it.
You don’t choose your home,
It’s where you spend most of your time.
Home.
My home is cold.
Dark.
Mean and vibrant.
Voices are heard.
Shoves are made.
You haven’t any friends in my home.
They are all against you.
You may find a “friend” or two,
But it all falls through in the end.
Expectations are high,
As they are low.
Your view on life gets swayed here and there.
The adults never take you seriously.
You feel helpless.
****Not done yet. I don't even know what this is. Just thoughts.
 Oct 2012 Jo
Sa Sa Ra
Oh but hell...
 Oct 2012 Jo
Sa Sa Ra
She made me
and so
I can laugh
today...
...with a heartfelt filling and of the many hands of love and clay!!! Sentient waterings for joy in dust at play!!!
The title is a bit short but in the spirit of Oh but what the hell...and not to hell or hell it is. Therefor as with a hand in my creation with the spirit of God also I was touched by the outstretched hands that remind me I am made to laugh in the darkness of fear and so I did just that simply touche!!!
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