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Eyes stare out
but they don't see
a cat crossing the street.
Bass drums thunder
inside headphones
but she doesn't hear.
Her heart static
as a message appears
sweet words and thoughts.
A fly hovers near
swat, swat, swat
it won't go away.

Like the tears.

A constant reminder
that she is dying on the inside.
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Pamela Penta
You are tearing out my soul
A piece of flesh at a time
Devouring who I am

At times I feel your teeth scrape the bone

The black bitterness oozes
From your mouth and eyes
As it feeds on the happiness

That once was mine

Each day it grows with my demise
This viciousness that owns your heart
And is taking over your mind

Tearing us apart

I will not let you take my soul
Or turn me into you
If you choose to live in death

Then you and I are through

September 8, 2016
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Leal Knowone
She
So many may attempt to use words to describe the beauty in her eyes, but I do not attempt to hide behinds words that pale in comparison to the truth.
The true site of beauty she is, and the power she holds in her hands,
in her eyes, and between her thighs.
Idiotic mumbling, or dead silence may be more appropriate,
then trying to find the words that will never be as elegant as she.
Through the tunnel
where safety lights diffract
and our cigarettes filter the exhaust fumes

where oil forms rainbows on concrete
and lilacs grow through the cracks

these incandescent heartbeats
in passing cars, passing by

and you lightly, like
a dragonfly,
realigning
to catch the light
in your half opened eye.
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
ZL
pity party
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
ZL
I have become a disappointment to my self
filled with pride, afraid to ask for help

my addictions have grown beyond size
I am unsure if I can still rise

obstacles laugh at me
they invite me to a party of pity

I reject the invitation
for enough demons I am already facing
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Kwanele
11:24pm, not 11:11
because I just realized how much I love you,
How much I think of you,
How much you
And your abscence
Have taken so much of me.
If you knew what that meant you would come back to life and actually kiss me.
prettybaked and I still cry for you. I'm sorry
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Emma DeBoer
I perspire with
a pulsing hope
That love will prevail.
A winding path leads me to a
house of ruin.
Only leaving me
with the discovery
that love;
like beauty,
Is in the eye of the beholder.
Through broken glass
I find myself falling
Deeper in love
With desolation.
Because without darkness,
light holds no value.

4/4/16
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