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Aug 2013 Lady Elle

years.

Aug 2013 Lady Elle

charlie

years.

i. (2010)

there are eighteen scars in a row above your wrist
pallid and shameful and white as bones and you’ve
counted them
(still do)
under the sheets with your lips moving around whispers

they remind you of empty hallways and
the cacophony of your steps on blue linoleum
and that you are alive the way your breath in pale clouds does
on especially cold days

ii. (2011)

sometimes you dream of colours
(soft and animate and comforting) but
there is only red against the ivory
of your wrist
you’ve read the stories, you know
about the wolves and what happens to girls in red

there are eighteen scars in a row
and you breathe
and you bleed
and you keep counting

iii. (2012)

you don’t sleep much anymore
you fill your nights with the synthetic emotion
of words and films instead and
bury yourself in their comfort
their fabricated sadness

a substitute for everything you should have felt
there is an emtpiness inside of you, a vast
pale space inside your chest
your breath can’t fill

iiii. (2013)**

you tell people you’re mending
not even you know what that means
sometimes you trace them
(quietly
and with closed eyes)

and there is only the white of your skin
and the press of your fingertips
and you breathe
and your blood keeps pumping

Aug 2013 Lady Elle

Sunday Mornings

Aug 2013 Lady Elle

Jazzy Lake

Sunday Mornings

I forgot to close the curtain last night
The bedroom is flooded with brightness
White walls and white sheets and your big t-shirt keeping me warm
It's the perfect sunday morning
The calm breeze pushes beyond the courtain
Enticing summer scents flow past my nose
I wish every morning was a sunday one
I roll onto my side to look at you, the light slowly rousing you to wakefulness
I press my cool cheek to the sleep-warmed skin of your bare back and curl my fingers through your hair
My eyelashes flutter on your smooth skin as I blink the sleep from my eyes
You can feel them, tickling you
Your delicate, kiss swolen, perfect lips curl
The softest of smiles plays across them
The corners of your eyes crinkle
And open,
Blearily, to look into mine
You scoop me into your warm arms and your fingertips are lazy
As they trace patterns down my spine,
Coaxing out my sigh I save specially for you
We breathe
Summer air together
Every mornings like a sunday one with you

Aug 2013 Lady Elle

My Addicted past

Aug 2013 Lady Elle

Jacob Peters

My Addicted past

I'm not quite sure how addiction grabbed me
I picked it up slow but it grew so vastly
Started with *****
which turned to puffs, powder and pills
both downs and ups
I'd have one in my hand
two more in my pocket
effects don't matter
just want to skyrocket
Please, take me away
to the places of unknown
help me escape
sober feelings, I've outgrown
No happy soul
been broken to pieces
the puzzle repairs
each time the **** hits
Hiding away
from both friends and family
deny every time
so please stop asking
A boy, once joyous
now fell from grace
peace of mind only comes
from numbing his face
No pride, sheer shame
pure feelings of failure
thoughts run wild'
Will it all end here?'
Partners in crime
now long deceased a harsh realization
of succumbing to the beast
Praying for help and
pleading for power
rise and prevail
stop trying to cower
There's a want and a need
plus strong will to succeed
to turn life around
since devoured by disease
Now I stand here humbled
with apologetic eyes
for my selfish acts
under a life self prescribed.

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

This is the last time

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

Ivie

This is the last time

This is the last time; I am going to make excuses for quitting
This is the last time; I’ll the reason myself for leaving, leaving you there in the lonely night,lost at strange roads at 3 pm.
This is the last time, I’ll tell myself I am not good enough, and I am nothing and I death is the only solace I will ever find
This is the first truth, I am not lost, but I need to honestly work on building a bridge or I will drown in the icy waters.
This is the first time I am going to look in the mirror and smile; this is going to be a fresh start, a much needed journey to my quest.
**This is it .I am not going to back out .

hi, i should say since,i haven't been here for few weeks. i should write more,shouldn't i ,i think it will be good for a me.a much needed outlet. i wont be a quitter,i am trying to convince myself.but sometimes it gets impossible to bear the truth.so i escape,but when did running ever solve anything.I'll stop now.or it wont be okay if note turns out to longer that the poem.lol

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

I. LOVE. YOU.

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

Kelly EC

I. LOVE. YOU.

I love you.
Three words no wider than four letters long
That carry the whole weight of the universe.
Words we utter to each other so often,
Bystanders would consider them disingenuous.
But, baby, I mean every syllable.
When I look into your eyes,
When I watch you watching me,
My breath catches
And my heart feels oversized.
I try so hard to personify my love for you
In kisses, hugs, tugs, and strokes,
But kisses and hugs are created by candy makers
And tugs and strokes are done by artists.
Both of which, I most certainly am not.
However, I strive to convey my feelings for you,
Because I am sure of few things but this:
I am madly,
Ferociously,
Unbelievably,
Relentlessly,
Incandescently,
Everlastingly
In love with you.
I love you with a love that has never been given
From any other woman to a man.
I love you with an immortal love
That is once-in-a-lifetime
And can never be repeated.
Our love is holy,
Unconditional.
I. LOVE. YOU.

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

Homelessness Lady

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

Kinyo

Homelessness Lady

I offered a homeless lady

some food to eat

and she shook her head

and said

this is good stuff, you should enjoy it yourself

I asked her what she needed

she said it would be nice

to have a place to stay, a fire, and a bathroom

and a bed to sleep in

I was silent

of course I had those things

I offered her some money and some poetry

she took out some cash

and said, I have money

the poems never really captured

the meaning of her life

I never really appreciated the meaning of her life

it would have been

like taking away her homelessness

http://kinyopoetry.com/

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

Incidentally

Jun 2013 Lady Elle

AJ

Incidentally

I got lost today.
I didn't mind one bit.
I wasn't late for anything,
And I had plenty of gas in my tank.
It felt good to wander around.
To have no cell service.
No one knows where I am,
Not even me.