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 Oct 2013 K J
brooke
Air.
 Oct 2013 K J
brooke
i miss you less and less
and wonder what it is
that i am holding on to
(c) Brooke Otto
 Oct 2013 K J
michelle reicks
All
That I can
do is smile as
I look at you, and
this pen runs out of ink.
You make me feel so warm inside,
so wholesome - so worthwhile - so
meaningful. Love is such a wonderful
experience. I close my eyes + I don't
see anything, but I feel everything. Moments
like these, I never want them to end.
I can't think of a good metaphor
to describe how my heart feels, but I'll
try my best to explain: it feels round,
heavy -  full with caring, the desire to share.
It wants so badly to
touch yours. I
feel so incredibly
wonderful.
Thank you.
i did not write this poem, nor do i take credit for it.
i simply transcribed it, because it was a very nice memory.
 Oct 2013 K J
Luxi
simple y solo
 Oct 2013 K J
Luxi
un dia de estos encontraré tu caballo blanco
sentado al cordón de la vereda
sí, esperando que pase el sol de lluvia buena
eterno sueño mimado del día
siguiente a los pasos tristes de mi sombra celeste
simple y solo

una pena no tenerte a mi lado

hoy y ayer
y hasta mañana esperaré al cielo
y a la estrella fugaz mas lejana
antes que tus vidas pasadas golpeen mi puerta
y nos reencontremos reencarnados
en otro lugar del mundo y la tierra.

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simple and only

some day of these i will find your white horse
sitting at the sidewalk curb
yes, waiting the good rain sun to pass by
eternal spoiled daydream
next to the sorrowful steps of my skyblue shadow
simple and only

it is a pity i dont have you by my side

today and yesterday
and until tomorrow i will wait to the sky
and the farthest shooting star
sooner than your past lives knock at my door
and we will reincarnated rejoin
somewhere else in the world and earth.
 Oct 2013 K J
Charles Clive
I’ve had enough. I’ll eat no more;
my bloated waist is very sore
and second helpings, not so wise
when all my jeans have shrunk a size.

I will not take another ****
and lardy cakes, I’ll never start.
No cocktail snacks will pass my lips,
nor will I nibble cheesy dips.

No more the joys of Sunday roast,
instead it’s herbal tea and toast.
I have this strong, profound belief
I can live off a lettuce leaf.

Resistance takes an iron will
and abstinence a real skill.
But sticky donuts do look fun,
I think I’ll have another one.

                     ~
 Oct 2013 K J
Maya B
Swing
 Oct 2013 K J
Maya B
Sitting all alone
with its yellow tinge
It's kind of murk with a stream of light.
It waits and waits to be touched,
remorse through the times
while it watches the world go by.

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