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It was so easy
When we were alone

The lights would lie
Like bright shadows
Stained pink
At the horizon
Heavy in the sky

You would hold me
To you
Watching my thoughts
Flicker
While I would feel your heart beat
Behind me
Slow

When you spoke
You read
Of a fairy tale
With the only ending
We could imagine
Happy
It was what we had been taught

We were happy alone
You were happy with me
I was sad with you
But they cancelled each other out
A little bit
Scraped apart
It made us
It made us
Who we were

When we were alone
You had me
Almost all of me
Convinced that there were only two to a world

There are not
There is a much greater number
One
on fine paper,
quality paper,
deserving of thoughtful
care and consideration,
summon courage,
write for one,
even if too many will indifferent read

write for the one,
who will wait for you,
long after closing time
for the need to say
Something
of thanks,
something that cannot go
unsaid

write for the one,
who cannot say
what they needs to say,
and in their stumbling style,
fumbling unsuccessful reach,
says it better than anyone

write for the blind and
sing for the deaf,
be their guide,
be their intimate,
aid them to escape boundaries,
by granting them the saws
to cut loose binding emotions,
share with them your most
intimate courage

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"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
You listen
You don't listen
Do you

Whisper
The words you hate to say
I will nod
And smile
And you will
Never notice
Darkness
Tainting them

Your words
Stopped making sense
Weeks ago
And I'm sick
Of your rhyming
aa bb aa
a b a b a

Repetition
Leave me
It's easier
To believe in a dishonesty
When you hear it
Over and over
 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
bambi
well I thought of you in summer
but you did not suit the season--

a pale and solemn human,
your fingers stark and slim.

what was it like to shelter,
in the ring of salt and stone?

you thought that demons could not watch you,
when they've always found their home.

I saw you climb inside your skin, thinking
you'd be safer from within

but his fingertips
poked through

and he was the end of you.
A more candid letter to myself.

(For those of you who don't know but would like to, "bon hiver" means, "good winter" in French.)
 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
Traveler
How do I become so emotionally caught up
Even by a stranger’s fleeting glance
Someone loses somebody and just that fast
I’m starry-eyed and caught in a trance

Love is fulfilling yet hardly satisfied
And hate a fire that burns you up inside
Time is the essence of what we pretend to need
Space is so endless yet only temporarily
Life makes us strive to never want to die
Death makes us hope for at least one more try

But it seems our emotions rule our existence
And to gain control we must be more consistent
Because this compassion can be such a curse
And the fruits of life can cause such a thirst
What I’m very vaguely trying to express
Is that life in general can be such a mess
 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
Cathyy
Falling, like Autumn
and landing swiftly
on top of a pile of freshly baked dreams,
Crunch goes my heart
crumbling like leaves

Jumping into fantasies,
like fishing for rubber ducks
What's my point you ask,
I don't know where to start

I'm spinning around like a hurricane
Watch Out
I'm a runaway

... But it's okay

You see I've been walking around like the ground
is my skateboard
and I'm so chilled and satisfied with the life that I'm riding on'
so perhaps I don't need to hold on to anything or anyone anymore,
and maybe it's time to chuck the helmet away,
'cause I've already made it this far somehow

Heck, I don't need looking after
'cause I'm my safe haven now
believe it or not but this was completely improvised
 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
Caitie
when time summons you
and tells you it is your time
you must go.
reluctantly given no warning
and given no space
reluctantly understanding
thoughts you should never
have to understand.
taking precious and valuable
heart space
and shattered soul
you must go.
listen to time
as it knows best
when our minds fail to cease
our darkened thoughts
and we become violent
listen to time.
listen to its boundaries
and when it tells you to leave.
your heart, nor your head
are substitutions for time.
and if it is not your time
you will know.
forcefully or gently
time will grab you
and remove you from
the place you thought
you should be.
but don't act against it.
you will only come to a place of regret.
 Mar 2014 Poetry by MAN
Poetic T
I'm here but I'm not, where have
you been they ask. Right here but
my thoughts are not with me.

Not out of body just out of mind,
I'm not crazy I'm sane as the next
person, hopefully not crazy because
so would I.

I just think of places, people I would
rather be, to see, the expression of
blankness is me travelling in my
own place.

I'm not ignorant, I don't ignore those
around, this place is so violent so much
misery. In my place I am safe with those
that are there we are in peace, I am here
but elsewhere are my thoughts  its just
the place I'd rather be.
Minds do wonder to many places when fed up of what's here
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