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My hands allowed this head to hang back,
and her arms were of an awakened soul.
Sun rays haloed her body,
and so it felt Ceremonial.

She looked to me, though still, leading the way.
she'd gone, changed the day and changed her time.
so, as we prepared to walk the line
we held each other and closed our eyes.
 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
LiviKawa
Again
 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
LiviKawa
I watch your lips
Dancing around
From the words you form

I watch your eyes
Gleam with excitement
From the sights that they take in

I watch myself
From deep within

Falling in love

All over again
 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
Yasmin
I expected everything to be easier
But I miss you more each passing day
I miss your voice
I miss your touch
I miss our banter
I miss you
I miss our
I just want everything back to what it was
Baby I love you more than my own life
Please bring it back.
 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
kenzo
tucked into your white sea of bed sheets staring at the movement behind your eyelids trying to avoid your products of reproduction and the sinister spinning earth
you had the nerve to write "see you in your dreams by the sea" in a book in black ink but you never kept that promise
sometimes i trace my finger tips over your handwriting
silly, right?
i remember you took my face between the palms of your hands, the cracks in them like little valley's
your blue eyes a blood shot glittering hypnotizing ocean gem of comfort and peace and acceptance
and the words "promise you'll never die" slipped off of my tongue like hot tea
and i was too young to know that we all die someday, that death comes out of the blue like a ***** whale breaking apart the ocean waves like that moses guy in the bible just to breathe and kiss the salty air
and you grabbed my face and kissed my forehead and you told me you promise
and i hope that was on your mind when you touched those sheets
and I hope my innocent face flashed through your mind when you tied it around the pipe
the flashbacks of you holding me for the first time
and I hope the last thought on your mind was me when it broke your neck and the angels came and took you
and i hope you know that the emptiness in me will never be filled
and I hope you know that even when you thought nobody cared, nobody listened, nobody loved you
i cared and I loved you with every atom in my being and I'm sorry I wasn't old enough to fully understand  
and i'm still waiting to see you in my dreams by the sea
Is it just me, or is everything regarding love unbearably intense?
No matter which end of its spectrum you take a look at,
you're left in a daze
Whether dealing with crippling heartbreak
or a rush of sweet endearment,
it's up to you to find a way through the labyrinth.
There's just so much emotion that can course through
your  veins,
your  mind
your  heart  and  soul
it's hard to grasp the reality of the concept
that gravity is ever present
but still every
single
one
of
us
falls.
And yet
we embrace it.
This love that we find
and manage to scrounge up
into existence
and for some unknown reason
hope that it's reciprocated
because
what is love
if we are not loved?
With love,
it's not common that you see someone
unconditionally loving another
without wishing
wanting
dreaming
hoping
that they love them in return
but in many cases
the hope is all for naught.
Even in the midst of dangerous waves of rejection,
we force ourselves to believe
that somehow, some day
our efforts will be successful
that we will find the one,
that special someone
with whom we can spend the rest of our days with.
The fact that we all feel incomplete
and struggle about in the darkness
without some form of it,
that our structure
our frame of consciousness
has no stability without it,
the fact of the matter is that
it could very well be the epicenter of everything we do
and that to me is so incredibly intense.
We force ourselves to believe that it will all be worth it.
Because it is worth it.
Love is worth the intensity,
whether I can grasp that concept or not.
I didn't realize until after I finished writing this that at one specific point the poem looks as if it's dangling on a thread...huh. Kind of like love...
 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
laurie
Domestic violence, I feel it in your silence,
I see the pain in your eyes, hearing the torture in your cries.

Bruises, broken bones your half dead,
he battered you so badly there's scars on your head, with the feeling of dread.

To weak to fight his strength, you'd go to any length,
to break free run from this bully, he don't love you in his heart not truly or fully.

Excuses are running out, you have to get out
U can hear him coming, you get the urge to start running.

You freeze he grabs you by the hair,
pleading with him to stop, in this rage he doesn't care.

Another punch in the face, he throws you around,
too young to pick you up off of the ground.

He says he didn't mean it, i wish you could of seen it
from the beginning, he's got a hold of you he thinks he's winning.

walking on egg shells living in this hell,
too afraid to speak out, there's no one you can tell.

He rapes you batters you inflicts all this pain,
stripped you of your dignity, makes you feel insane.

Domestic violence, break your silence
fight back your strong, what he's doing is wrong.
 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
Chrissy R
Ink
 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
Chrissy R
Ink
Thick
Black
Ink
Oozes out
Seeping from
A warm, dank cavern.

It sticks
Blots
Stains
Spitting
And spurting
Out of control.

It gushes
Floods
From a cruel scowl
Onto pure
White
Cotton sleeves.

The flow will not
Stop
And the white is soon
Stained black by
Malicious
Words.
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