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Spawn from the darkness
with venomous tongue,
spewing mystery, enchantment, delight.

Lurker of shadows
destroyer of dreams,
coward weaving your lies in the night.

A desolate heart
a lost, wounded soul,
your dark radar sensing new prey.

Debauched voice crying out
come to me, i'll set you free,
another soul murdered this day.

Coward of the shadows
cloaked in deceit,
always outside of their sight.

Honesty torments you
truth your opposer,
your demise awaits in the light.
Gone like the wind, yet I still felt the breeze.
A former love was she to him.
She was the past, yet a present seed.
That grew on me like a disease through my skin.

Jealousy had caught my soul.
He was mine, yet I felt that I was sharing.
That seed I watched, I watched her unfold.
Her branches became more and more daring.

You watered her, and so she bloomed.
And I allowed her to take root in the ground.
Our relationship from the beginning was doomed.
You never let her go, she was always around.

And so she grew between us until we parted.
That ivy she just poisons away.
She made loving him, loving the hardest.
The wind is back and she’s here to stay.

Although I love him with every breath.
I shall not become a forbidden seed.
For if he is gone and if he has left,
It’s best that I just let him leave.

**** that forbidden seed.
**** that forbidden seed.
**For growing between us!
By: Keva Minus ©


Have you ever had a boyfriend with an ex, who just won't go away!
She is obviously still in love with him! He must love her, because he allows her to enter his present relationship. "Yes, they call themselves friends with their mouths. But their Hearts dare not lie to each other!"
Regret, my accomplice
in this game I play
Mind a constant commotion
emotions words can't say

Juxtaposition of heart
and this sinning shape
Barely any surfaces left
for this silk to drape

This isn't shattered soul,
or wandering nomadic being
Just curiosity of a bird
with newly sprouted wings

I've fallen plenty
woken up completely alone
Yet I'm still thirsty
for the taste of the unknown

So regret, my accomplice
follows me night and day
Exploring the crevices
among the devil's fray
 Nov 2013 Lauren Constance
me
A finger can be something beautiful, something that strokes

piano keys and bandages children’s wounds,

something that contains the entire emotion of a single human being

in its joints. Or it can be a device for turning the body

inside out, like a rag doll that is split open with a seam ripper

to remove the surplus stuffing.

If math has anything to do with this, I could multiply

23 by 7 five times and still not get any close

to the number of times I have ripped ripped myself apart,

like Moses parting the Red Sea.
 Nov 2013 Lauren Constance
Saumya
Watching the night sky,

all I want is to fly,

so far away,

where there are no hardships in the way,

away from all the worries,

in a land of fairies.



Watching life change its course,

opening and closing various doors,

I try to grab every opportunity that comes my way,

to row my boat a long way.
Maids, not to you my mind doth change;
Men I defy, allure, estrange,
Prostrate, make bond or free:
Soft as the stream beneath the plane
To you I sing my love's refrain;                                  
Between us is no thought of pain,
Peril, satiety.

Soon doth a lover's patience tire,
But ye to manifold desire
Can yield response, ye know
When for long, museful days I pine,                          
The presage at my heart divine;
To you I never breathe a sign
Of inward want or woe.

When injuries my spirit bruise,
Allaying virtue ye infuse                                            
With unobtrusive skill:
And if care frets ye come to me
As fresh as nymph from stream or tree,
And with your soft vitality
My weary ***** fill.
Always it happens when we are not there--
The tree leaps up alive into the air,
Small open parasols of Chinese green
Wave on each twig. But who has ever seen
The latch sprung, the bud as it burst?
Spring always manages to get there first.

Lovers of wind, who will have been aware
Of a faint stirring in the empty air,
Look up one day through a dissolving screen
To find no star, but this multiplied green,
Shadow on shadow, singing sweet and clear.
Listen, lovers of wind, the leaves are here!
I saw you through the window wearing my shoes. Face looking cynical and wanting to scream, keeping closed. You let nothing out but sorry smoke, how do you expect to be heard? You sit atop your box forever on guard, never leaving what holds which you think does not exist. So go, take your time. I will be watching behind the glass. Wrestle yourself and everyone you know while you pretend you cannot hear the sound.
sounded good when I was writing it :)
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