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 Apr 2017 Karen
Emily Dickinson
1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
 Apr 2017 Karen
Emily Dickinson
1308

The Day she goes
Or Day she stays
Are equally supreme—
Existence has a stated width
Departed, or at Home—
 Apr 2017 Karen
Charles Bukowski
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
 Apr 2017 Karen
Emmennarr
Br*k*n
 Apr 2017 Karen
Emmennarr
I'm broken;

Flattered,
Great to see it mattered
That a man outside his shell
Would have to witness all your hell
And kneel before the devil
Before the devil ever cared
About him;
Limited at first
Until even that dispersed
And I was alone,
Broken.

— The End —