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Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Nothing

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

AJ

Nothing

I do not want to talk about "nothing".
I guarantee that you do not even know what significance nothing holds.
Nothing is so intimate.
Stories, and memories are just things that have happened to you,
they could have happened to anybody.
Nothing tells you exactly who I am,
And how I think,
How I react,
And my whole MO.
I could never be that vulnerable with something like you.
We can certainly NOT "talk about nothing"

This was inspired by a line from the song Dashboard by Modest Moues
"I told you about nothing, which was more than I wanted you to know."

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

I'll Do It

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

AJ

I'll Do It

You make me want to shut my eyes,
And fly to Poland,
And start a new life.
I will own a little tea shop,
And I'll make my own makowiec.
It will be perfect.
I will be happy.
And I will never open my eyes.

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

But I Can't Sleep

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

AJ

But I Can't Sleep

I am too hot.
All of my joints need to be reset.
All of my muscles need to be stretched,
It is too loud.
I need a cup of tea.
I need a different blanket.
The fan needs to be on high.
I need to sleep on my stomach.
I need two pillows.
I need to sleep on my side,
Now I am too cold.

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Two Words

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Carl Joseph Roberts

Two Words

Two Words

Two words, Good Morning
Can help to start a day
Two words, Thank You
Can make it all okay
Two words, Miss You
Can calm a lonely heart
Two words, I Know
Can give a fresh new start
Two words, I Care
Can heal the hurt inside
Two words, I'm Sorry
Can start a brand new life
Two words, Love You
Can make the world right
Two Words

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Unlivable

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Luminosity Cat

Unlivable

Words left unspoken
Pain left unbearable
Time that's irretrievable
A life that's unlivable

Where words were left unspoken, time continuously creped away becoming yet a memory.
The pain makes life unlivable.
The knife that cut her skin left scars - still a constant reminder of the pain unbearable.

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Paper Soul

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Whiskurz

Paper Soul

Poets will try to hide their pain
Where tears will go unseen
They'll hide the countless demons slain
With words they find serene

Emotion will always find their sleeves
It's part of who they are
A special way the poet grieves
To mend that hidden scar

A poet is lost until they're found
They just can't find their way
A silent scream without a sound
Will chase their pain away

A poet is made of different stuff
They're not like all the rest
Peace, they never seem to have enough
Until their sin's confessed

They're haunted by their need to write
Their ink made to console
For most are prisoners to the night
And they're born with a paper soul

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

The Day My Heart Fell

Jun 2013 Lady Annabelle

Kevin Rose

The Day My Heart Fell

Since I could remember
My heart has balanced
Along such a thin line
Of right and wrong
Love and hate.
The line already stretched
To the extremes.
Taught with fear and uncertainty.

Tension reached its maximum
When that day came 'round.
Ever since that day
When I learned the truth.
The day my eyes were forcefully
Peeled open by dull razors.
That day the line faded
And the tight rope snapped.

With no line to follow
My heart fell.
Now concussed,
Delirious and confused.
My heart wanders between worlds.
Never certain of who it is
Where it was or
How it should be.

-Kevin Robert Rose