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Every pen turned to crayons in my hand
Every letter undecipherable
Just a squiggle
No one knew what I was trying to say
But I drew beautiful pictures
Mom hung colors on the
Refrigerator
 Apr 2013 Josh Morter
st64
Ouch!


Eyelash on eyeball
Won't go away
Despite rubbing so....
                              Hurts!


There's a broken heart
Upon your threshold,
Lady Spring.....
                        Departs.


Tripping hard
Fall in haste
Stuck in
Your mind's.....
                         Cage.


All encompassing
Heavy, grey sheets
Bar in
Prisoner
Diminishing....
                        Sanity.


She­ knows not
Perhaps she does, but
Chooses to.....
                         Ignore.


Wanna grow older with me?
Emotional chess
Not a fun......
                     Game!


Mind your sheep
No pastoral welcome awaits
One, two.....
                    three...



S T, 20 April 2013
One, two, three....oh, lemme get to ten, dear heavens.


Verbal lashings....ooh, less said, the better!

Aaahhh, for silence.......
Ok.


Are words just a trap?
Yes, I think they can be :/

The more we say, the less the space....

Now, I think I'll just shurrup!  lol
 Apr 2013 Josh Morter
Gary Muir
your lips touch mine, a simple revelation
that begins a revolution
walls crumble
guards stumble
as you fumble for the key
you open me and see
that I am no longer who I used to be

you found the door
that leads straight to my core
and because of you I can love like never before

so now that I’ve moved on from all that has been
I plead to you, baby, kiss me again
 Apr 2013 Josh Morter
Gary Muir
my eyes hurl meteor metaphors
towards the gravity of your gaze

upon impact, passion ignites poems
in the starlight of your stare

connected in constellation,
we read
 Apr 2013 Josh Morter
Amelie
The vow
 Apr 2013 Josh Morter
Amelie
I promise to be kind every day that follows today,
I promise to stay by your side no matter what happens,
I promise to take you to dance every friday night,
I promise to sing the songs I wrote for you,
I promise I'll do anything to make you stay,
I promise to give you all the love you need,
I promise that you'll always be able to cry on my shoulder,
I promise to fall asleep in your arms,
I promise to kiss your cheek, your nose and your neck,
I promise to warm you up if your cold,
I promise to kiss you in your sleep,
I promise to make you smile all day, every day
I promise to kiss you under the rain,
I promise to write poems about how much I care for you,
I promise to travel everywhere with you by my side,
I promise to slowly carress your cheek,
I promise to bring you to the top of the Eiffel tower,
I promise to share everything I own,
I promise to tell you you're beautiful every day,
I promise to hold you in my arms and close my eyes,
I promise to make you laugh if you're feeling low,
I promise to believe in our love,
I promise to fight for it,
I promise I'll be the best girlfriend you've ever had,

I promise you happiness for the rest of your life.
It's early
morning hours
before dawn
just me
and
my coffee
waiting for the
sun to rise
and
kiss the sky
I
catch myself
smiling
because I'm
thinking of
you
Sweetie
So I thank
you
Nothing like watching the sun come up.....
All I wanted was a cigarette.
We weren't allowed to smoke.
He knew where to go.

We swept sidewalks together.
Raked sand together.
Talked about life together.

His window was across from mine.
I think he saw me changing once.
Maybe more than once.

He was getting dishonorably discharged.
I didn't think he was a good man.
I didn't think he was a bad one, either.

It had been two weeks since I landed in Monterey.
I only wanted a cigarette.
He knew where to go.

I bought the Southern Comfort and bottom shelf gin.
He carried them with him to his room.
I didn't think anything of it.

We raked sand together.
We ate lunch together.
We watched movies together.

We sat on a makeshift bench by the ditch by the installation fence.
We drank and smoked and laughed.
I taught him Farsi and he taught me Russian.

Russian for "hello" and "goodbye."
Russian for "This is allowed."
Russian for "This is not allowed."

I think he saw me changing once.
He tried to kiss me on the cheek.
I told him no, my boyfriend wouldn't like that very much.

We smoked some more.
We drank some more.
We laughed some more.

It was 2130.
I had to be in my room by 2200.
He said not to worry, I'd be back in time.

I insisted and tried to leave.
I fell to the ground.
He didn't help me up.

I only wanted a cigarette.
He kissed me on the mouth.
I did not kiss him back.

I was immobile.
Paralyzed.
Drugged?

He kissed me again.
And again.
And again.

I did not kiss him back.
I had a boyfriend.
All I wanted was to smoke and drink and laugh.

He grabbed me by the ankles.
Pulled me over the ditch behind the army barracks by the installation fence.
I could hear soldiers coming back to their rooms.

I was paralyzed.
I always thought I would fight.
Fend him off with car keys stuffed between my fingers.

I looked up at the tree branches above me, my watch said 2147.
That was the last time I prayed to God.
There were leaves in my hair and dirt on my arms.

There was something less than a man between my legs.
It looked at me with hate in its eyes.
We swept sidewalks together.

God kicked back and swigged a PBR
     while I was ***** behind the army barracks,
     over the ditch by the installation fence.

He helped me up.
I couldn't stand on my own.
How sweet.

I vomited by a tree.
I was disgusted with myself and him and God.
I wanted to drown in Southern Comfort and bottom shelf gin.

He walked me to my barracks building.
How sweet.
I made it to my room by 2200.

All the girls watched me stumble down the hallway.
I was so violently alone.
Taps wailed outside the window.

I left my hat by the bench by the ditch by the installation fence.
He brought it to me the next morning.
How sweet.
Part II in a series.
 Apr 2013 Josh Morter
Lael Kafsky
I know your type
I see right through you
You’re the bottom side of a glass boat
See through and unworthy
Collecting ****
And nonsense
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