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No more than three hours
ago
when your body
made funny sounds with my body
and we breathed
like drums
and our hearts thumped
like rocking chairs,
I opened my eyes,
to the shallow shadow
in the curve
of your right shoulder
and I remembered
   -above the smacking
     and slipping,
     and swallowing,
      and wheezing-
the first time I turned over
and watched you sigh
in your sleep.
 Nov 2013 Justina Green
Viv O
To forget is a beautiful dream
But to remember is an ugly reality.

*Which would you rather live in?
(v)        
Yearn /yərn/*

If I want
to tell you something
I'll write it

I want copious amounts of things.
I want to be able to read to you
without the fear of
boring you .
I want to witness the half grown smile
that you carry in the morning
when you just aren't happy.
I want to be able to touch
your skin-
oh your fragile yet strong skin-
when you just come out of the shower.
I want to feel your breath
on the top on my collarbones
when your body is pressed
so tightly against mine.
I want to feel the warmth that reaches
my cold skin
from just one touch from your
hands.
I want to tuck those hands in between
my thighs-in the most *asexual
way-,
while I sleep.
I want to press my lips
against the side of your face
when things aren't
so public.
I want to listen to you
complain,
after a long day .
I want to continuously
bicker when you ask me
"What color is the sky?"
only because  I know you'll
come up with some odd
explanation for why I'm not right.
I want nothing,
I need nothing,
I seek for nothing
more
than to just want you
and have you want me
in return.
And when we argue and fight, all I know is love
When I'm not your priority, all I know is love
When you're smiling and I'm dialing, all I know is love
When you're crying and I'm fuming, all I know is love

Please don't teach my heart to hate
Even when this strong feeling begins to abate
I'll just hope time is on my side and love won't be late
All alone in my somber coldness, I'll have to wait

And when I don't fit the description of a perfect lover, all I know is love
And when my inadequacies are all you see, all I know is love
When there's another heart filling you up in the dark, all I know is love
When you don't have time to see me, all I know is love

Please don't teach my heart to hate
Even when this strong feeling begins to abate
I'll just hope time is on my side and love won't be late
All alone in my somber coldness, I'll have to wait

When I cannot be there to share the care and long stares, all I feel is love
When I cannot kiss you, other lips should bruise you and if that kiss does confuse you, all I still feel is love
Even when your youth leads you to selfishness and contains you in your pride, I'm proud to still love you
And when I cannot afford to purchase threads to keep you warm or jewels to decorate your glamour, My heart is still yours as a treasure...

Please don't teach my heart to hate
Even when this strong feeling begins to abate
I'll just hope time is on my side and love won't be late
All alone in my somber coldness, I'll have to wait

And when there's nothing left to give, I'll wish you happiness I cannot seed
And when my actions of affection are forgotten, may the fading picture fly to the stars, where the moon will manufacture a new chance
And when I am not the lover you dreamed of, I hope leaving you will pave the way for your true King's kingdom.
Would you miss me?
Because I miss you now.
I can't even see.
Just come back.

If you would just come back,
I'd be so happy.
It's you I lack.
Therefore happiness isn't possible.

Take me back to the world that I knew
Before the love was taken.
"I miss you too"
It's all I want to hear.

Was it even love?
I'm not sure I could define it.
I miss laying in your bed with you above.
If I could go back I would.

Your presence was bliss.
Your hands were warm.
All I want is one more kiss.
One more embrace.

Our fingers fit.
Without your hands to hold,
I'm falling into this pit.
The pit of loneliness.

If we could go back for a day,
I'd make you love me again.
There's so much to say.
But I'm starting with this poem.
I found a puzzle piece on the floor.
I cherished it. I spent time with it.
We biked through the streets,
and even cuddled under the sheets.

I found more puzzle pieces on the floor.
I picked them up. But I knew I had to stop.
I had a special piece, the first.
You just happened to satisfy my thirst.

These puzzle pieces I found once on the floor;
I was wrong. They were a lyrics to a song.
I set you down for a little while,
and deciphered the puzzle with a smile.

I found a lot more pieces on the floor.
Telling the story. Relieving my worry.
But there was something I did forget,
that first piece I was able to get.

The puzzle pieces joined together on the floor.
Making an image. Erasing the damage.
And when it was about to be complete,
a piece seemed to be missing, even under my feet.

My puzzle pieces lie on the floor.
Never a picture. It was nothing but a rapture.
For the piece that started it all,
was in a place where I could not crawl.
A day so dead,
How dead,
I cannot explain,
Made me sull,
with no more pride,
Suddenly I felt like,
doing something,
yes,
I lighted a tiny candle,
Oh! What a change came
In my atmosphere,
As it burned,
I felt surprised,
Even better, I smiled,
But sorrow pulled me down again,
Despair all around,
But the flame kept burning,
My heart went none,
My tears spoiled my eye makeup,
My lipstick and my face,
Oh! The pain
Don't get me again,
Leave me for a day,
Or perhaps a night,
Please,
I beg you,
Don't make me cry,
Tears stain my pillow
bright,
No one,
Yes no one understands me,
No one anymore does,
Please,
Let me not lay again awake,
beyond the window my eye sight fails,
I fall on the ground
With a hard thump,
as I imagine the same old sun,
Ah! No,
I think its done,
My pains and fears
Again take run,
forgetting what's good
and was fun,
I wake up again to see the rain,
Showering across the wide plains,
I now see only a dying flame,
But to save it,I came,
It was only the wick that was burning,
Yet it held my life in game,
As it dimmed I held my palm,
Around it,
Not a sound,
As it dimmed
Me amour
It took,
Me along with my painful life..
Please replace the last two lines by..
"It took along,
Me,my life and my beautiful song.."
I'm not being able to edit it so...consider..:)
Bottled up emotions,
Accumulating,
Ready to pour out.
You're heavily on my mind.
Yet these clouded thoughts,
Makes me wonder,
Should I dive into this never-ending cycle?
Forecasting what it might weather,
Would it be a lasting dance in the rain?
Or would I be flooded with shallow scars?
You never know what each day may bring,
But hope that there will be light of a better day as we pass these storms.
 Nov 2013 Justina Green
Austin B
A contorsion of anxiety slithers down my throat,
as I struggle to swallow the acidic memories.
A luscious kiss of endlessness
waiting in the warm, limpid sun.
Only to be lacerated by defiance.
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