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 Feb 2014 anne
S Smoothie


I missed you.

its as simple as that.
 


the shape of you is but a shadow,

And I found myself jumping through like a *smoke ring hoping to catch you.


but the edges always seem to vanish into thin air...



So im left with nothing

but this simple prayer.



Im sending you love on these wings of hope

to reach you because I missed you.


And its as simple as *that.
 Jan 2014 anne
Aleska Servian
Edwin
 Jan 2014 anne
Aleska Servian
Edwin was a boy
who saw things in black and white
in this world he was a tourist
he was always chasing the green light
About faith, he was a skeptic
never prayed before a fight
he would jump without his parachutes
a wild soul that couldn't die
You see
people nowadays use wheelchairs made of hope
but they sleep in ****** sheets
there is never a chapter to be closed
Edwin used to see his neighbours as oysters
they would never come out of their shells
it makes me a little jealous
we like to ride deadly carriages without wearing a seatbelt

He cries all night
He dances all day
Oh little boy, one day
One day they will pay for your ransom
Oh little boy, one day
They will pay your real value

Edwin was a man
who always liked to play with razors
feel the breath of life hanging in your hands
a beautiful death angel
He spent eighty years trying to solve this riddle
my dear, life is like a bingo
you may have the invincible golden sword
but you will spend eternity in a limbo
He saw
that they build castles with pillars made of sand
they think it is beautiful to die in a war
while they listen to a cheap jazz band
Your eyes flying faster than an eagle
the honour slipping through your fingers
When we look at the stars we know
that we are waiting for the winners

He cries all night
He dances all day
Oh little boy, one day
One day they will pay for your rescue
Oh little boy, one day
They will pay your real value

Edwin is long gone
we feed each other with his ribs
No one never listened to him
we think we know how to sail our own ships
 Jan 2014 anne
R
Bitter
 Jan 2014 anne
R
What comes to mind when i
hear the word bitter
is you.

You are bitter.
Not even bittersweet.
Just bitter.
The way I love you and
The way you don't even notice me.
The way I get so excited to see you
and how you push me out of the way.

You are bitter.
*So bitter.
not good but im trying to get back into the groove, havent written in awhile.
 Dec 2013 anne
Shalini Ray
Reverse
 Dec 2013 anne
Shalini Ray
Slowly,I stare at the veins
Ragged and scarred
Intricate
Holding the leaf's stretched out skin
Just like fine strings of destiny
Hold together my universe
My fingers running on the scars
Those shiny objects that keep me
From losing my mind
Rise
I rise once more from the cold floor
Slipping over my blood
And put the blade back again
 Dec 2013 anne
Mi
Hug Of A Stranger
 Dec 2013 anne
Mi
In the arms of a stranger
I confide
Never have I thought it was absurd
Knowing that stranger danger
Does not apply to all, for
The people whom I've never met before
Understood me better than
Those I've known for years and
More to come.
Has anybody thought how
A simple gesture through words
Words,that engulfed me in
Internal warmth
for no contact was made,
Could thaw the soul inside
Knowing somebody knows
Somebody cares
not a good poet or a writer for that matter but id just like to express some thoughts and also gratitude on how some lovely words could make my already tarnished day :) thank you

And there's many people that are like us, who went through about the same situation before, someone who could understand better than anyone you know for your whole life,but they're out there labelled as 'a stranger' .
 Dec 2013 anne
Mike Hauser
I met a girl
Beautiful both in and out
Only problem is
She has a ***** mouth

***** mouth, ***** mouth
You never know what will spew out...

***** mouth, ***** mouth
Afraid to take her out in a crowd...

I can tell you
I'm not a *****
I just need a girl
A little less crude

***** mouth, ***** mouth
Have you stopped to hear yourself
when that trash comes out...

***** mouth, ***** mouth
*
Do you seriously kiss your mother with that mouth...
It's bad enough hearing men cuss these days AND in front of women!
But now it looks as though the women have joined suit...Ladies Please!
 Dec 2013 anne
Jared Eli
Speech
 Dec 2013 anne
Jared Eli
I can speak the words of another
With the conviction
Of a thousand horsemen
Riding into battle
But my own words I say soft
And they are lost in the thunderous
Hoofbeats
 Dec 2013 anne
Jared Eli
Untitled
 Dec 2013 anne
Jared Eli
Sitting in my room
Drawing pentagrams
On the backs of
Index cards
In the slight hope
That the devil will
Appear
And that when he takes
My soul
He'll take my heart as well
To stop me from being
A stupid
Little
*****
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