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Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Eighteen

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

LJ Chaplin

Eighteen

Let's raise a glass to friends we never made,
Serve up our trust stone cold on a silver plate,
Cut it up and we'll take it like a savage,
You have to act like one if you want to ravage.

Make a toast to the enemies we'll always see,
On the streets, in our dreams, on the TV screen,
Grow prosperous from the thought of destruction,
Use and abuse like it's the way we were meant to function.

Bow your head to another dead hope,
Hanging at the end of a piece of rope,
Watch it fade from this tragic scene,
Of the wrecked up life that was only eighteen.

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

By The River

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

LJ Chaplin

By The River

Take me down to the river's edge,
To pray and clear the monster's from my head,
To watch the water slide against the shore,
Personifying the real world:
Disorientated reflections,
Burdens like the pebbles that drag along the riverbed,
Carried by the undulating current beneath the waves
Like a pulse beneath transparent skin,
All slowly but surely heading towards the ocean,
A wide open space
Freedom.

Throw me into the river,
Watch me as I drift away,
Let me reach the ocean
So I can have that freedom too.

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

It Was Never Meant To End Like This

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Robert Guerrero

It Was Never Meant To End Like This

The walls are closing in
Breathing is is is is imposible
Stuttering on almost every word
Trying to rush what I have to say
It was never meant to end like this
I was suppose to be the one in the coffin
You were to be at home asleep
Exhausted from running
From boulder tears rolling down your cheeks
Instead I'm locked in here
In the asylum of my own thoughts
Wondering every possible way
Of how it ended with us both
Hanging from a tree
Holding hands with a corpse
I'm still han...wait I can feel it
I'm slipping away into your arms

Bored.

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Guy Fawkes

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

LJ Chaplin

Guy Fawkes

I've crossed paths,
Crossed hearts with no hope to die,
Set fire to the night and watch it burn alive,
Watch it turn to ash and spit smoke into the sky,
So the clocks won't ever stop because they'll never freeze in time.

We will fight to claim our territory back,
Without guns and grenades or vicious attacks,
We'll use our words to forge our own weapons,
Make you surrender and we'll become legends,
The death of a war that has no place in heaven.

They say I look better dressed up in cold misery,
But I prefer armour made from bittersweet victory,
With words like matches that burned for our liberty,
I am Guy Fawkes and blazing on a new page in History.

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Poetry as feeling.Poetry as prisoner

Sep 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Geno Cattouse

Poetry as feeling.Poetry as prisoner

know nothing I.
Doth aspire to fly. free and
flap my wings to so be.
But.
Established mountains restrict my view to be.
a soaring eagle.Respectfully I. I..

Give my lunch to the bully/bounder
whom I know not.... fully. Save the powdered wig and knickers. Lard assed *******.

Structure ? constipation.               Has me counting my fingers. As neurons fire.
                                                        Bright and unique. I miss the moment. while counting my toes.
The eye missed the sparrow.
as I navigate the narrows. The beauty or the reef.

I am the unwashed masses.
Of strong aroma and stench
                       Counting tuppence and lice.
At the mercy of mice.
                                                                                         Pythagoras and his ilk traded in parched
calculations.rightfully.

Precision is a thing of beauty.
Spontaneity is freedom. true creation.
Amalgamous.

Nuff respect to the missive and crew.

Had so many children she didn't know what to do.

Kept them in a pumpkin shell.
There she kept them very well.

Aug 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Yellow Fog

Aug 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Flawless Contradictions

Yellow Fog

Narrow cheekbones with smears of eyeliner
Restless ecstasy with pieces of pleasure
Painted bones with rotted lace
Extraordinary disasters entwined with unfair fractures
The haze of lovers attached like stones
False interpretations bursting into a profound state
Limbs oppressed naked and craving
The streets painted with lovers slippery and smoked
Skin stretched with the pain of perfection
I emerge broken and branded, forsaking my sanity
Hallucinating into the yellow air
Harmony ,suffering, confusion and creatures
As the earth purges my anxieties

Aug 2013 Margaretta Sackor

That Stuff Called Alcohol

Aug 2013 Margaretta Sackor

LJ Chaplin

That Stuff Called Alcohol

That stuff called alcohol,
Wow what a mess,
The healer of tension,
The reliever of stress.

Clouding the brain,
Intoxicate the senses,
Together they're deadly
As they both drop their defences.

Bottles on the bedside,
Cans on the floor,
Stella Artois is watching
In a bin by the door.

Have a shot of Russian water,
And see where you end up,
Either stumbling on the streets,
Or topping up another cup.

The controller of minds,
The master of confusion,
The leader of disaster,
The commander of delusion.

Oh sweet, sweet alcohol,
You cure me when I'm not sober,
But one more swig from a bottle of Jack,
And it's **game over.

Jul 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Hourglass

Jul 2013 Margaretta Sackor

LJ Chaplin

Hourglass

I've tried to be patient,
Tried to keep a positive face
As more and more people
Begin to swarm me with their
troubles and doubts.
It is ironic,
Whenever I had a problem
That clung to my chest
Like an illness
Nobody wanted to know.
As soon as I find the happiness I've craved
To cure the sickness
It is like everybody wants to put me to bed again.

I am suffocating.
I feel like I am trying to outrun
The raging current
Of the falling grains of sand
In the hourglass.
Time is running out
And it is only a mater of time
Before I slip through
And end up in a heap
At the bottom,
Left there to wait in silence
Until finally I turn around again.

But then it is a slow and painful
Process of repeating the same
Countdown.

One day I hope to smash the glass
And let the sand run free,
Where I can accept the pressure of others
And still have the opportunity
To take a breath of fresh air
And balance my own happiness.

Jul 2013 Margaretta Sackor

Haiku: Strange Dreams

Jul 2013 Margaretta Sackor

LJ Chaplin

Haiku: Strange Dreams

Strange dreams bother me,
As I sleep in happiness,
They want to break me.