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Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

The sofa

Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

Roger Turner - Poet

The sofa

You asked me for a late night drink
You worried just what I might think
I saw you hide the laundry by the sink
As I moved the cat to find the sofa

You said this wasn't really you
As you sat down kicking off your shoes
You said you asked me, what's there to lose
As you moved beside me on the sofa

A good girl, that was what you were
People say "oh no, not her"
I heard the cat again, really loudly purr
As we stretched out on the sofa

I knew that I should rise and leave
A tale like this, who would believe
They would think I was the one who did deceive
As we tumbled from the sofa

I remember how we spent that night
At first it was just stay or flight
I stayed and you know it turned out right
Sixteen years...upon that sofa

Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

Dream #2

Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

Miranda Renea

Dream #2

Person came. Black, black dressy clothes
Abnormally high heart-rate
"Because there is another soul,
Sharing your body."
"Are you an angel?" I ask
No answer.
Other people come into the room (a pub in London) and I am distracted a moment.
I look back,
He's gone.

Another room, another man.
We kissed.
He was soaked in water.

A small town,
I look over, see a wall.
Know it is the edges of my consciousness
I jump over.
Everything is foggy, broken toys scattered everywhere.
grass startlingly green,
hills gently rolling, trees scarce.
I decide to explore.
I fly and find other islands, a great many, some barren
Now missiles are shooting at me-
The other soul is angry.

A dream I had.

Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

hold my hand, I mean it.

Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

unashamedlyashley

hold my hand, I mean it.

Hold my hand.
I'm not asking you,
hold my hand.
step back from the ledge you climbed up to,
take a breath,
hold my hand,
move back grab my fingers,
hold tight to my wrists,
grab at my elbows move past them
hug my waist
and i will keep you from falling the very least Ill you help you back up,
and like you,I too feel like falling,
late at night,
between the cold sheets and the corner room,
I scratch at the raw parts,
scars that I beg to heal,
I poke at the raw meat and the bruises,
I make believe and etch and sketch all in the same sequence,
but I offer this body,
worn and weathered,
I'll do my very best to shield you from the cold,
step back from the edge love,
I need you to see what you mean to me.

Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

Lady Music

Apr 2013 Peyton Smith

Aiden Williams

Lady Music

Music must be a lady,
She's so sultry in the way
That she moves her harmonies
Upon my ear drums.

How she caresses my body,
As it moves to her beat.
Music.
Such elegant beauty,
She puts a bounce in my step,
Whenever I am in her presence.

This,
Young miss,
Never seems to age,
For her face ever changes,
Some more beautiful than the next.
Some have less to be desired.

Though she always wins me back,
With the passion I lack.
I think I L.O.V.E. you,
This connection between us both
Will stand the test of time.
Any doubts I had
Let me make it up with love
As we lay in this bed,
Your infectious rhythm
Pollutes my mind,
And when we kiss,
The lights go out--
When we touch
Your sweet chords
Give a deep ****** energy.

So many times I've been proven wrong,
Your body always on the tip of my tongue.
Layered with such intricacies
I cannot help but revel in the beauty
That my mind’s eye sees.