Step nearer to me,
Into our perfect circle,
Just breathe into me,
Spread your warmth and passion,
I'll bathe in it and drink your lips,
Feeding on our ecstasy ,
Switching the time off,
Unstoppable emotions shall take us
And bear our hearts together
Beyond the skies,
Where you and me and love
Never dies

Oldie
 Oct 2010 Monica Rose
Kayla Lynn

An addict for
Several years now
I find myself
Huffing ink
And snorting paper
Because in this
Economy
I can't afford
Those expensive highs
Anymore

So I turned to the pen
To the blue and black
Smudges on my hands
But the pen is
Just as dead as my ends

Just as dead as me

Technology has taken over
And I have friends across
The Atlantic
And I have emotions bleeding
Into pixels

This instability
Is slowly killing me
What will my next
Addiction be?

I am only human
The fact that I am fallible
Is quite inevitable

But maybe these are
Subtle excuses
For my relentless actions
And maybe there has
Been a decline
In my wits
And my brain has
Rusted over

Every addiction
Lives inside
Waiting to surface
As though they are all
Old poker buddies
Sitting around the
Heart shaped table
In my rib cage
Placing bets on
My mortality

There must
Be some way
To crawl into my
Computer screen
And flow through
Infinity

Because this reality
Can't be real

This girl with the bags
Under her eyes
With the bruises
On her arms
With the regret
In her smile

Can't possibly
Be me...

Instability, Decline, Economy, Fallible, Subtle.
For Can you spare a word or 5?

© October 2010 Sarah Lynn

Disturbed in my every step,
Made me feel like I was in debt,
Weight of this world seemed too great,
So I walk away and try to create,
A place to calm down, for me and the one,
But you brake the bounds and make it all gone

It makes my soul sick to hear your words,
As you worthlessly speak, only that you may afford,
In darkness, bearing death banners,
Such damned and unholy,
I turned into you slowly,
This way you woke up a beast inside of me,
It looks through my eyes and sees most bloody dreams

My salvation has passed away,
Left my soul open but without a word to say,
Still I wasn't left all alone,
Inside me, a pale mistress called Hope,
She planted her roots in my mind,
Telling lies like to the ones who are blind,
Her essence was spilled inside of me,
But my blood seeks to be pure and free

An oldie.

A star exploded before me
its dying life seeped tendrils
out
------so far
---------it reached my earthly eyes.
The heat from its extinction
burned me
like a melting candle I seeped
----between----
the floorboards
dripping hardened
wax onto your face.
Staining both wood
and carpet below.

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.

in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you

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