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Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Handfull

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Nicole Ann Sandoval

Handfull

I wonder what's out of reach
due to my refusal to let go of you.
Maybe I have my hands full.
I can see you grasping for something too.
do you miss me?
Your voice is what I fell in love with first.
fresh like water to quench my thirst.
A voice that was so full of Love
Now all your words are slurred.
You only call me when you're drunk.
Because you're not thinking straight.
I want to hear the Love again, But I'm afraid that it's to late.
I want you to be safe but I'm not ready
For you to get sober.
What if then, This is all over.
I don't care if I'm only your Baby when you're drunk.
I'm drunk on you.
I don't care
No, I don't care
what you do.
Just Please Don't stop calling
I'll never stop falling
more and more in love with you.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn

But I'll save the Voice Mails..

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

My aubergine dream

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Olga Valerevna

My aubergine dream

if we had our own vein in the place that we share
I think I'd give you my all
Although I'm uncertain of so many things
you are the grace in my fall
Not in the way that the people connote
Time an illusion to them
Deeper than indigo purple can go
I am the shade in your realm
Stop the mechanical hands that I hold
Tell me the cold is a dream
Tell me the taste would be bitter and stale
Skin cannot claim you and me

there's always a recipe for every kind of carnality when I don't feel like cooking

#you #me #carnality

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Radicals & Rants

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Olga Valerevna

Radicals & Rants

Tonight I want to speak until my voice does not exist
a word is only worth the breath a speaker gives to it
absorbed into a tongue where comprehension has a name
Where everyone is part of what makes all of us the same
and you can dot the eyes to keep the pressure in your head
The movement of the earth around the sun above your bed
But in the windy cities there is nothing you can do
To open up your lungs enough to permeate the truth
My teeth are falling out but I can mumble what I mean
The syllables enough to take this matter to extremes

what is universal

#words #tongues

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

The Ten

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Olga Valerevna

The Ten

Lose* all your credibility and say youre still a man
you cant even remember what its like to understand
And everything you see is only partially complete
The rest will be revealed to you when gravity has ceased
But just before you float away from everything you had
Whatever you have stolen will be rightly taken back
And youll be left with nothing but the human you command
A heavy kind of feeling will begin to hold your hand

who you are and what you have to give

#ten #command

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

But do not lay a hand on her bones

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Olga Valerevna

But do not lay a hand on her bones

When all the smoke exhales itself and leaves her breathing air
I beg your wretched fingers do unclench their tightened snare
The smallest kind of human be the finest one I know
And now that you have had your fill it's time to let her go
Control is something you can claim but only o'er yourself
your reach may travel far and wide but not to someone else
Today is gone, tomorrow leaves as quickly as it came
And even though the seasons break your heart remains the same
Remember what the world was like when she walked into yours
Although it's hard to see the way you did when she was born

for the father of a daughter

#hands #bones #lay

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

SLEEP TO DREAM.

Sep 2014 Julie Butler

Terry Collett

SLEEP TO DREAM.

She’s gone to sleep
Again, as she
Often does, but
This time on a
Train. Maybe she

Dreams of distant
Isles, bright sunshine
Beaches, clothed in
A bright green, ***
Gripping, skimpy

Bikini and
Surrounded by
To die for men,
Or maybe she
Dreams of her first

Date, the bought for
Her flowers, the
Big box of chocs,
The quick given
Kisses and the

Mismanaged ****
Or perhaps she
Dreams of the lost
Baby and the
Last long hold, or

Maybe she dreams
Of her husband
Beating her up
As he often
Did and leaving

Her out in the
Midnight’s cold, or
Perhaps she dreams
All these dreams in
Disorderly

Sequence like some
Nightmare show, all
Mixed up, drawn out
And slow. She’s gone
To sleep in a

Train, full of dark
Sorrow as she
Often is, so
Maybe she’ll not
Wake up again.

2010 POEM.