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 Jun 2015 M Ellis
Astral
Dead Air
 Jun 2015 M Ellis
Astral
Loneliness is a very blunt hammer, that crashes against your walls as you sleep

It keeps you up at night, haunting your mind with ghosts of crippling doubt, and silver demons that cut at your skin

It makes your mouth dry, it makes every step feel heavier, it makes your eyes bloodshot with anxiety

For it is a sinister thing, it creeps into your skull and burrows into the grey matter

It makes your lungs feel constricted, and your tears heavy with salt

It makes your fingers bend against the window pane, your words choke againt your bleeding teeth

As you sit in your slumber, and feel thw hollowness in your bones

Lonliness is a grotesque beast, that lays with you in the night, and whispers deathly hymns to your soul

It’s a insidious thing, a truly isolating angel, a god that seeks to punish
 Jun 2015 M Ellis
Astral
Neon Death
 Jun 2015 M Ellis
Astral
There was a neon angel, that seemed to be close

I grasped my hands around the lights, like a moth to the moon

I felt the warmth of the glow, the feeling of completion

I felt a cold, like a knife on my spine

That angel seemed to fly away

And I seemed to be sinking in the groud

And the world grew grey

And I lost some flesh

As the world, seemed to be slipping

From my axis
 Dec 2014 M Ellis
always
I asked to love the reason
If my love was true, then
Why you betray me?
The answers comes that
It was not me, it was you
Who betray you,
Your expectations does that,...
Its always expectations that breaks a relation,..
 Feb 2014 M Ellis
Kay
Most poems are about heartbreak-
the kind where your heart is broken.
But what about those times
when it is you who does the breaking?

I'm not trying to be a *****, I swear,
it's better to hurt you now than later.
But how can I not lie to myself
AND stop your heart from aching?

There's no other choice that I can see-
breaking your heart is what I'll have to do.
I pray that you'll forgive eventually,
and find your true love in the making.
 Feb 2014 M Ellis
J M Surgent
Regret
 Feb 2014 M Ellis
J M Surgent
I want you to regret
Ever having left me;
So I go to the gym, 
I read,
I become something
More than me,
So you’ll regret.
But not too much,
For if you asked me back
I’m afraid I’d agree
Two thirds of my wardrobe is pillarbox red
As are my lips, and the thoughts in my head.
I know I look confident, colourful, charismatic
And a part of me is all these things, but
I wrestle with sadness, I struggle with the blues.

I make more sense on a page, than face to face
And am more coherent drunk, than sober.
I love to dance, and sing, and play
A hedonist… But I have a heart
And when I give it away…

I can’t get enough of words. I can’t get enough of anything.
I drink haikus thirstily, I gorge myself on stanzas, rhyme-feasts,
Consumed with lust
of all kinds, but especially for poetry
Keep feeding me, please.

Secretly, I don’t think people like me,
I am just too much.
And it bothers me more than I care to admit, here
Because I crave adoration, and attention
(This stanza will be deleted…)

I try to live a succulent life
Full of joy and laughter and loving.
I try to be true, to myself, and here, to you
I am proud of myself.
I do the very best I can.

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This was a very hard challenge!!!   http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-challenge-ye-friendly-fellows/
 Jan 2014 M Ellis
Kay
loved and lost
 Jan 2014 M Ellis
Kay
i fell in love with you
under the Friday night lights
as you stroked my hair
and made everything alright

you fell in love with me
on a Sunday in the morning
we talked all through the night
about our loves and our worries

we climbed higher that we could alone
to look upon the world below
but then we fell in a quick free fall
the pain on our faces still shows

soon the sweetness turned to poison
the smiles washed away in tears
our hearts were broken open
and we filled them up with fears

but I’m still glad that I loved you
it’s better for us that way
for us, to have loved and lost,
than never loved at all is okay
Do I become more, or less me, when I drink?
And does it even matter?
Because, regardless,
I do not like the me I see
When I look back, too late, the next day,
Surrounded by broken, hazy memories,
Shame, embarrassment, paranoia
And the stink of all that drink.
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