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On a polished oak desk
Wrapped in a thin dust-jacket
Lies an unused pen,
A blank sheet of paper,
And an empty pack of cigarettes.

I used to think that if these things could breathe, they would be loneliness personified.

But that's wrong.
If they lived, they wouldn't be lonely at all.
I remember her
--Pale skin
wearing a blanket
-Of leaves.

As the umbrella
That stabbed
Our souls-slowly
Closes--

Lingers on your heart.

And we both know
Hanging heavy
-Valentines doesn't
Pull you back.

-From

Cold-water graves,
Sailing into dreams.
 Jul 2015 Marie-Chantal
Mark Ball
Your morning dew breath
trickles in early
As we walk with the foxes,
by the rockpools by the shore;
By the lilies by the glade.
I kissed ancestor
Stones beneath
Her bones,

And trees burn
The blood she
Had-- with

Beauty-

We were both invisible
Butterflies spreading
Skin.

In winks and windows
Through whimpers
Wind--blowing
Thin.
 Jul 2015 Marie-Chantal
Tim Buggy
after a few mouthfuls,
masks are grown from harsh liquids,
they soften our muscles,
ease our aches,
lead us to believe that strangers are soul mates,
lets dance,
while we all embrace our artificially composed friends.
bit sad
 Jul 2015 Marie-Chantal
Thomas EG
Mixed messages
Confused conscience
Swerving signal

Thorough thinking
Optimistic offering
Hesitant Hell
Alliteration or something poetic like that
 Jul 2015 Marie-Chantal
Thomas EG
Pinky promise
Holding hands
Arms on waist
Now let's dance
Set lips free
It's alright
Left confused
In the torchlight
I am grateful
That we're here
We embrace
I pull you near
Run through darkness
Leave our friends
Return before
The night ends
I've written too many of these.
 Jul 2015 Marie-Chantal
Thomas EG
Stars amaze us...
There must be life somewhere else.
Possibly more than imaginable,
Yet possibly all illusive.
Big dipper, little dipper...
We're aging, still.
I wonder about you.
I apologise profusely.
I admit things that I shouldn't,
But not what I should.
Not yet, at least.
Tomorrow is exciting,
But yet to come.
Today is nice,
But wasting away.
I spend my life worrying.
Just calm down.
If anxiety were a super-power,
I'd be heroic by now.
I'd be Hurrisome Worrisome,
Except slow.
Don't test me,
For I may not pass.
I can not study for this.
Should we just leave it then?
You were closing the door,
Until I jammed my foot in it.
Let the sirens ring...
I'm not going anywhere.
Moths are drawn to the light,
But burnt on their arrival,
Like grim fireflies,
In the garden's glow...
Glass shatters.
My static scars shine through.
My starry stay continues.
Your eyes wander to the sky,
But mine remain locked on you.
*So where's the moon?
09/07/2015 :-)
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