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 Jul 2016 Kiiks
Joel M Frye
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 Jul 2016 Kiiks
Joel M Frye
Come to me with tears, my eyes have cried.
Laugh until you hurt, I've been that manic.
Deceive me if you can, I know the lies
we tell ourselves in fear. I will not panic.
Pound my chest in anger, feel my strength;
know I know your pain, yet do not feel it.
Tell me of your breaking heart at length;
words absorbed and heard the salve to heal it.
We together know we can survive;
after all, we'd chosen different roads and
gone our separate ways just to arrive
in time to hold up one another's loads.
You think you weigh me down, yet do not see
my burden's lighter when you lean on me.
Do you hear me now...my friend?
A gentleman holds my hand.

A man pulls my hair.

A soulmate will do both.

― Alessandra Torre
A poem on how to treat women, and I always remember these simple words.
 Jul 2016 Kiiks
Richard Wishart
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 Jul 2016 Kiiks
Richard Wishart
I could make up lots of things just to throw at you,
But this isn't a movie or a play and we won't get to do it again.
This is real and the truth is whatever look I'm giving.
I loved you and still do.
And the pain is knowing that it isn't enough.

Songs I sung and films I watched will puncture my skin,
When I recall them without warning.
The sea has receded and left me beached; the tide was too fast.
There is no plan yet for how I stand up.

I wish you well because the man I want to be would say that,
But there is a child inside that wants what is not permitted.
This facet of me is threatening the peace.
This is real and I do not wish to leave an indelible scar in the shape of a mistake.

You are the great love of my life that never was,
Neither love nor life.
Think of me; don't think of me,
Let me see you but stay out of my sight.
I don't know how this can go on from here,
But I know it is real.

I shall be destroyed.
 Jul 2016 Kiiks
Of These Oceans
i believe in a love like wine

the older it becomes
the more wonderful it is

the longer it lasts
the more it is craved
 Jul 2016 Kiiks
Aly the Pear
Staring at a citrus wall
My head feels heavy with alcohol
My lips taste glazed with
fermented grapes
But nothing is as sweet as
breathing your name
Light hearted free verse written under the gentle influence of wine
 Jul 2016 Kiiks
Irate Watcher
The writer poured herself
a glass of wine,
to cloud her mind.
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