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Jul 2013 jude rigor

rebeccalouise

maybe if I put my ear to a shell
I can hear the ocean calling my name,
calling me home

sometimes I imagine I hear
the waves hitting the shore
outside of my bedroom window

and I dream
of the next time we're together

the sand is warm
and I bury my feet in it.
I close my eyes
and turn my face to the sun.
I breathe in the salty ocean air,
I am content.

and I dream
of two kindred spirits
reuniting again

Jul 2013 jude rigor

soul desert (soundtracks 1971)

Jul 2013 jude rigor

Brian O'blivion

soul desert (soundtracks 1971)

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Jul 2013 jude rigor

I want to kiss those lips.

Jul 2013 jude rigor

Elise

I want to kiss those lips.

Confused because
I want to kiss you
but I don't want it
to mean anything.

Will you kiss me
back like that? Is
that alright with
you or do you
want it to mean
something? Or
are we not allowed
to kiss at all?

Jul 2013 jude rigor

[cigarettes]

Jul 2013 jude rigor

Zedler

[cigarettes]

Accustumed to the taste
of kisses laced with cigarettes.
Still wondering if I'm in love yet,
but sure of [two] being my favorite
letter in the alphabet.

A kiss on each lip.
Mind stops thinking
once hands reach her hips.

Previous verse too explicit.
Lost the license to my innocence.
Missing her precious presence in
this instance and as I yearn for her to not
be so distant I'm taught to balance the
act of being patient.

Distinguished marks on necks
show others where our night led
and if this is the way we're starting
I wonder what step for us is next.

Body has become a canvas that she
uses to mark her territory, and she
reveals her desires to see me have
become unhealthy.

Unconsciously feeling guilty for making
her become addicted to each letter
I write her. Personal like a writer and
creating circuits made of love with this
pen I call a wire.

Last verse. Do the words make it better
or worse? Would you care to take the
burden of breaking this curse? Falling in
love for the second time. [two] more than
just a letter and ever since you showed
up its all been a bit better.

Jul 2013 jude rigor

Dandelion

Jul 2013 jude rigor

Nebraska Sinclair

Dandelion

So silly of me
I am putting on a good front
numb, drowning in the sea
a lullaby and a wish good night

Lying on the bed listening to slow murmurs
watching the wind blow through the old tree
hear the howling, banging on the tin roof

Cold winter afternoon
hiding in disguise
mind in a daze
pleasantly my demise

relish the sweet sound
the creaking of a door, somewhere in another room
soft foot steps on floor in the moon-lit room
A melody I hum
a song from me to you

a solo dance with no audience
the sense of content from being alone
a smile that no once sees
a secret whispered to the empty house

The sight of dandelions
spin me in the past
picking flowers for my mother, on a hot summer's day
screaming, crying, scratching from the hives
it was worth it just to see her smile for a while

Accidentally impinge a memory
seeing an old face on stranger
the smallest though so valuable
sending me into trance

So silly of me
I am putting on a good front
numb, drowning in the sea
a lullaby and a wish good night

Jul 2013 jude rigor

Can't Quit

Jul 2013 jude rigor

A K Krueger

Can't Quit

Every day,
I think of you.
There's never a moment
When you are not
In the back of my mind.
I call myself foolish,
I call myself wrong,
I call myself ridiculous
Because I know that you're gone.
But something still,
Has a giant hold
On my fragile heart strings
And it's not your fault.
Quitting cigarettes,
That's nothing.
Quitting you,
Will take all that I have.