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Mouth to mouth resuscitate me,
take your lips and blind me with
the kiss you give me

bind me with the words that send those shivers down my spine

resuscitate me
one more time.

The alarm clock broke the spell
just as well really
and it's always almost a nearly with me

in dreams
my heart pumps out goose bumps.

If I believe
I believe that she breathes
the breath of life into me.

There's hope for everyone
or so it seems
and
not always
but sometimes
in dreams.
 May 2016 Kallos83
Sam
her
 May 2016 Kallos83
Sam
her
you're not my pen
you're my paper
you're not my heart
you'll be its breaker

i'm not sorry for drawing
i'm sorry for scrawling
i'm not sorry for calling
but i'm sorry for falling
 May 2016 Kallos83
devante moore
I don't know if I can see this through
Lately I've been having seconds thoughts
Never had any regrets
But maybe this was a mistake
I don't know how many disappointments I can take
 May 2016 Kallos83
Jacco krom
Caring is a treacherous thing;
Everytime i do, i hurt even more.

Though still i keep on caring for you;
It's leaving my heart all broken and sore.

Am i really such a fool?
i keep making these same mistakes.

Untill she leaves this foolish me;
And my heart once again breaks.

How can i fix what we had,
Make up for the mistakes i made.

Because after all i still care for you,
And that's just the thing i hate...
 Dec 2015 Kallos83
Jude kyrie
A Story From Nam

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Air power cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby boy in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man.
 Dec 2015 Kallos83
Nigel Finn
I like to say I am a childrens book writer,
When I'm asked what it is that I do,
Some people say "he's a modest old blighter!
He's written good stuff for adults too."

I'm afraid I must correct what some people view,
As the simplelest past of my work,
So I say "That's correct, I write adult stuff too,"
And then over my face spreads a smirk.

"But my childrens poetry is much better stuff."
(And at this point their eyebrows arise),
"The audience", I tell them, "is far more tough,
They need intrigue, and twists, and surprise,

At every stage of the story, on every page,
To keep them listening from cover to cover,
Otherwise those dear kiddies fly into a rage,
And will start screaming at father and mother.

But adults are far easier to calm with a book,
It's the children's stuff of which I'm proud"
They then tend to fall silent, and give me a look,
As if what I said wasn't allowed.

Some try to argue; "But surely," they say,
"A thick novel is what good writers aspire
To be known for?" but I don't feel that way,
My aspirations are much, much higher.
Childrens books will always have a place among my favourite works, and I'm inclined to rate childrens books by such authors as Roald Dahl, Lewis Carroll and Hans Christian Anderson alongside the likes of Auden, Yeats and Dickens. Childrens literature is most certainly not something to be looked down on when compared to adult literature.
 Dec 2015 Kallos83
Amy
Alright
 Dec 2015 Kallos83
Amy
I was pouring my heart out and all you could say was "Ok."
 Dec 2015 Kallos83
NV
and
i don't know
if this is me
just overreacting,
but
the only reason it scares me
when the wind causes my bedroom door to slam shut,
is because
i'm deeply afraid
that
i'll get used to the sound of people leaving.
 Dec 2015 Kallos83
NV
because when she was young,

people would ask her

"what superpower,

do you wish for?"

so without any hesitation

she replied "invisibility."

and then,

and then she grew up realising

it came true.
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