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 Feb 2014 Lewis-Hugo
Becca
you
will
get
better
when
you
stop
convincing
yourself
of
what
isn't
real
© Becca 2014
 Feb 2014 Lewis-Hugo
kathleen
depths
 Feb 2014 Lewis-Hugo
kathleen
I keep trying to find some kind of
deeper meaning,
to what this is ‘all about’,
but all I can see is the pink-stained bathtub,
grassy bruised knees and the
cocktail of tears
fading on my skirt.
I keep trying to solve enigmas
of why those beautiful fools are
so, but all I see is
the mascara-stained cuffs
of sweaters in the summer sun
and ***** dressed as volvic.
so I look for my answers
in the words of those who I wish to be
I search for comfort and reassurance
but ne’er do I see
anything more than
the tell-tale tear track of a lie
that although has been told a thousand times
does not cut any more shallow
than the depths of this pool
that I find myself falling into
 Feb 2014 Lewis-Hugo
Becca
Stuck
 Feb 2014 Lewis-Hugo
Becca
I need to let go,
Fully let go.
© Becca 2014
Kiss me, Hit me.
Oh, Am I going to miss the real me.
Bathe me, Battle me.
Whats another bruise anyway.
Catch me, cut me.
Adding to my battle scars.
Why bother leaving.
When I'm without you
a piece of me withers.
Once I see you...
I see the man I once knew.
The man who pulled me
out of hell.
No matter the argument
we pull each other away
from the flame.
You're the man who can save.
But needs saving himself.
Through our battles I have seen
the man that needs me.
The man I need.
Saving one another.
What a life we live.
As the saying goes
Till death do us part.
I love you.
Just ten minutes after I'd revved the engine
I was only nine miles away from the love of my life
Day dreaming of when we’d met just eight short months ago
Soaring at seventy down that country road
Only six more miles until she’d be in my arms again
Five years ago thoughts of love would have seemed so far out of sight
Yet four times I've already proposed, “too soon,” she’d always say
Amazing how in three seconds your entire life can change
With just two tires there’s little room for error
When one blew out I hit the asphalt, hard
In a wreck like that there’s zero chance I’d survive
One hour later the ambulance arrived at last
EMTs pressed two paddles against my chest
Shocks were delivered three times
At the hospital doctors performed four operations
Five months I spent in a coma
Followed by six months of physical therapy relearning to walk
In time all seventeen broken bones had set and healed
It cost me eight grand to buy a new bike
Now nine years later I’m still riding, fearless, wife on the back
The tenth time I asked, she finally said yes
Death told her
           her life should end
and he was her friend

Calmly, she stole my gun
     she walked outside in the sun
pulled the trigger, set the mood
barrel to her head to conclude

I saw her head come undone
,,, Reached down, for my gun
Eyed the chunks in her hair
Now to my head |
                               |I draw a rose there.
Of gunslingers
 Feb 2014 Lewis-Hugo
JC Lucas
It’s not a question of
who
but a question of
where
I am.

I am the median between the street and the sidewalk
I am the threshold of every waiting room
I am the space between spaces
I am shadows looming
and fumes pooling above puddles
of spilt kerosene

neither seen
nor heard,
but felt
in the vignette of a dated photograph
the border between
fine
penciled lines

I am the mist after rain
I am scars
and streaks where tears have stained the shells
of crustacean people
I am crushing hangovers
and embers glowing

Who am I?

I am the
    spaces
       between
spaces

Stairwells and parking lots
unmarked graves
        condensation on a whispered word
     floating up into
     frigid twilight

          under an off-white
half-
                               moon.
Just for a while,stay beside me..
Beside me to make me happy
Happy enough to forget my envy
Envy in my heart so hard to carry.

                                                                      Just for a while,don’t walk away
                                                                      Don’t ignore these feelings I can’t say
                                                                      Maybe I can’t get the chance everyday
                                                                      I will still care even it hurts,come what may.

                                                                      Just for a while,please close your eyes
                                                                      I just want to feel the fake paradise
                                                                      Wanting to let go of my feelings in disguise
                                                                      Before I utter my broken goodbyes
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