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 Jul 2015 pixelstar
ryn
Lesson
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
ryn
Under the grieving moon
we whispered secrets long kept.
Beneath the roaring waves
that drowned us as...
we quietly wept.

We spoke in hushed tones
of promises made to last.
Our cracked voices
melded with the echoes of a time...
of a fond memory in the past.

Water in our mouths
with words we jousted and lunged.
Heard only as hapless gurgles
and inaudible whimpers.
Unparried speculations
unsheathed and then plunged.

We cupped our wounds and retreated
knowing that we each drew blood.
We kissed with our eyes,
broke down walls
and welcomed the flood.

We wiped our cheeks
now smeared hot with tears.
Where did we err?
Who do we blame...
for dishevelled years?

We would never know...
but we must learn.
Time had shown us our mistakes
but our hearts had taught us
eternal love that burns.
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
Gaffer
You couldn’t deny her beauty
The papers remind you everyday
The pictures in vogue
Testament of today
She portrays the perfect woman
The envy of many
The hatred of many more
But no woman is perfect
They all have flaws
She closes the door
Leaving the world behind
Time to unwind
Finds her little cache
The powder of life
Loves little hope
For awhile she’s lost in dreams
The demons scream
Tomorrow the cameras flash
To the most beautiful woman in the world.
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
bb
I tend to sit awake
and dream
of what could be.
could have been.

I can't stay still
around him,
but he lets me choose.

"don't make me choose."

I need him
on grey, dewy mornings
on humid nights crouched in the back
of my scope of reason.

he tells me everything.
he never shrouds himself
but he isn't proud of his pain.

the nettles sticking to the pelt,
two bodies melt
as they meet
in the middle.

what a lovely cup
of lemonade.
I wish it was mine.

I wish the boy with the argyle socks
had the sense in him
not to follow me.

I wish I had the courage
to be the compass.
I know you don't check this site anymore but I wrote this for you
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