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Late night
My brain is the most fluid
Sorry darling,
I don't hate the bed
I am in love with poetry
and poetry is loving me
my fingers keep pressing the alphabets
on the computer keyboard
to form magical words, phrases, sentences
till magic is created
another poetry is done....
You spoke of love
You said you care
Your obsession is killing me
What is love if we cant breathe
properly on our own
What is love if
every movements is threat
every utterances is suspicion
every decisions is criticized
Your love does not let me breathe
Your love is a chain tied me to the wall
not letting me to walk so freely
not letting me to inhale or exhale
without you being there
taking charge , be in charge
to guard this human replica...
Protecting it with your life
unintentionally dominating, monopolizing,
manipulating the so called love
yet too dumb to realize that
a human life is dying
inside this replica of yours.....
love is mutual understanding. sometimes we do not realize how our love too can be burdensome to someone we love. Before its too late... be wise!
 Jun 2013 Kyle C Spooner
Amelie
Last night she reached
the point of no-return
it's understandable
she's had enough
about every tiny thing
was wrong about her life
she just couldn't take it
anymore.
She tried to call her friends
nobody answered
why would they even bother?
She had a fight with her mother
she ended up crying
running to her room
locking herlsef inside
and for sure at that moment
she collapsed on her bed
tears streaming down her face
you can't imagine
how much like a prison it felt.
And just like usual
she thought about her first love
loved and lost
it made everything worse.
Then she remembered the people
who had left her behind
she thought about her father
and how much they hated each other
she thought about her grandparents
who can't even remember her name
she thought about her best friend
but didn't want to talk about it
and just like usual,
she thought of her lost love again
and again
and she cried because she knew
she would never see her again.

Then she thought
"****, if only I had a gun."
 Jun 2013 Kyle C Spooner
Amelie
Come on, come here people,
I have low prices on my new products
Here, take this one :
It's the latest trend in my world !
See how red it is,
Look how it shines !
It used to breathe and beat,
And then it got tired.
But it still works
As you can see !

Ah, you mister !
I see you look interested !
What is it called, you ask ?
Well, this is my heart.
I know it looks like it's dying,
But it's just a bit broken
This is THE deal of your life, I swear !
Yes madam, you can bargain,
The price is not actually set.

Hey you little girl !
Be careful when you touch it !
This is a very fragile thing
You wouldn't want to break it
Even more than it already is ;
Whithin the limits of possibility.
Ah, come closer, come closer !
Yes it is for sale indeed,
I know it is a bit broken
But give it just a little attention
And it will look just as new as before !

There's a story that comes with it,
My diary is free if you buy my heart !
What ? Oh yes, the price can go lower,
Not many people think my heart is valueable.

No ? No takers ?
Ah don't worry, I understand !
 Jun 2013 Kyle C Spooner
Amelie
You got that smile
That makes me wanna
Jump on your body
And rip your clothes off.
 Jun 2013 Kyle C Spooner
AJ
It bothers me that sand can hold my weight.
Sand is tiny.
Each grain is insignificant.
Yet it somehow finds billions of other tiny, insignificant grains just like it.
And they can do things I can not.
It makes me feel jealous, and even more insignificant than the sand.
I hate the sand.
So does the water.
That's why it continues to drown it.
It doesn't work, but it keeps trying.
Someone needs to tell the water that it can't drown the sand.
Someone needs to tell me that I can't drown the sand.
Someone needs to tell the sand that it can't walk on water.
Someone needs to tell me that I can't walk on water.
 Jun 2013 Kyle C Spooner
AJ
There is a brown bin on my back porch.
It is filled with pool tarps and bad memories.
It is raining now
And the rain is pelting it,
And if the bin could feel pain,
I'm sure it would be screaming.
I am glad that I can count on the rain to fight my battles for me.
It is like my protective older brother,
Beating the **** out of desperate lovers and child abuse.
That brown bin that I cannot stand.
 Jun 2013 Kyle C Spooner
AJ
Sometimes I whisper my secrets to the ceiling.
Only when the lights are off,
And the fan is spinning.
The fan is very nosey.
I think he is a German spy.
Or maybe I'm the German spy,
And that's what my secrets are all about.
No one will ever know.
Except,
Of course,
For the ceiling.
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