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 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
oni
the reason
i cannot
let go
of the past
is because
you still linger
within it,

and your
touch
never fails to
draw me closer
It's 3a.m.
The coffee's hot-
the screen is blank-
My mind is churning butter-
I've already tossed two ideas,
Now I have to find anudder!
Help!

copyright: Richard Riddle 01-10-2015
 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
Pisceanesque
sometimes
mistakes are forever
and regret is the undercoat
that primes your life

perhaps foolishly
it might seem calmer
(karma)
on the surface
to forget the original dream
than to colour it over with
shades of new intention
when all you want to do
is bleed the red out of your eyes
until the copper rusts your face
and runs finally clear;
a dried salty ash,
the only pock-marked
stain on your ****** canvas

the minimalist collector
your highest bidder
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 15 July, 2015
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Paint me like one of your  beautifully decorated owned homes
Because I'm shutting this down  like a foreclosure
I'm not a rent bill that you can avoid
Don't worry about court, this decision has already been settled
I sentence you life without my involvement
Honesty is the cup of coffee people want to spit out because it's too hot to handle
 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
Jathan Hall
Please allow me to slip into something a little more comfortable
Something like, your mind
I'm stimulated by your kind
Because thought processes excite me
Deep and Wet with the waters of critical analytical thinking
Flowing like the rivers of time
Can I gently caress your intellect?
Poets were created
       to emulate grandeur,
            whilst suffering the blues
 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
Graff1980
You will never know
The peace of acceptance
Once you are finished
Put to earth
Life was harsher than the dirt
Parents made you feel worthless
Cause you wanted to wear a short dress
Because you felt different
Cut off
Disowned
Disavowed
One friend after another disappears
And no one hears
The sobs
No one feels the salty tears
No one holds your hands
Or offers you a hug

You were ******
By the those who demand
You conform
Where there was no  warmth
The clock cuts you bitterly
Condemning you to be lonely
And I cry all the more
Knowing you won’t be the only one
Not the only daughter wanting to be a son
Not the only male that wants to be female
Not the only soft face harden
Or hard face softened till the sorrow overflows
Till everyone you know closes the door
And you disappear forever more
I wrote this in December.
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