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 Oct 2015 Martin Narrod
IcySky
You see the real me...
the me I'm afraid to be,
You see me for who I am,
not for who I was

You look into my eyes,
and say that I'm a prize...
You tell me I'm ****,
and you tell me to smile.

For you're the reason,
for this smile upon my face.
And you're the reason,
for the happiness that I part take.

You are my smile,
my laugh,
my heart,
my prize.
Rickety old bones,
carrying my frame,
dragging my corpse,
around in the rain,
flickering candles
dance in the dark,
where ghostly whispers
alive you do hark,
through the shadows,
where people do sleep,
pray to your god,
your soul shall he keep.
something a little dark as Halloween approaches
 Sep 2015 Martin Narrod
allison
I have always hated my stomach,
but you rub it when it hurts
and even when it doesn't
It reminds me how my mother always rubbed my tummy aches away
and I've laughed more than I've cried since I met you

My hair gets so ratty,
but you remind it makes me look fierce
You touch my face the way my grandma handles her china sets
Soft and gentle, I know I'm safe

Sometimes, I watch you and I notice little things that probably don't cross your mind
They make sense to me though
You are a test I could spend forever studying
the feeling of butterflies in your stomach
 Sep 2015 Martin Narrod
allison
I've fallen for your infectious smile,
it makes me giddy
I like my smile next to yours
I've fallen for our conversations,
the ones that make us do a double take at the time
when 1 AM rolls around
I used to wish time away,
now I couldn't possibly have enough with you
I've fallen for your eyes- which are so ******* beautiful
I've fallen for the nights we stay together. our nights
you in your PJ's get me every time
I've fallen for how we both know "I have to go" doesn't mean leaving for at least another hour
Again, wishing time could slow down
I've fallen for the way you make me feel at home
often taken to mean "heartwarming"
 May 2015 Martin Narrod
martin
Lie back think of England
Tuck into toad in the hole
Cider with Rosie,  peaches and cream
Juggle dumplings scoring a goal

Oats in the nose-bag, flip-flop away
Doggie do in the park
Scream shout, dip in and out
On the side after dark

Wellies squidgy in the mud
Carpet burns tickling trout
Marigolds in the soap suds
Eyes askew, up the spout
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