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 Jun 2016 PR Charles
Shacklebolt
Blacklight shines across the hollow forest
As I stumble along the beaten path
Our fellowship slowly diminishes by the hour
As the night hunts its tender prey

Emotion erupts like a youthful river
Outpouring among our humble tribe
Drowning all that wade across its mighty shores
Slaughtering all that lay in its path

As darkness falls and dawn prevails
Our battle scars begin to fade
As our noble wounds must be concealed
To prevent our modest world's dismay
A night of drama and emotional distress as a young adult when all can seem at its worst.
 Jun 2016 PR Charles
Sky
Your
voice, the sweetest sound
that I have ever heard, ah,
the song makes me yearn for you
Physical contact
will leave me
dizzy;
your scent
will steal
my sanity.
It's you, it's you,
Oh, I love, I love, I love you
It is not possible for this fragile body to hold
the blaze inside, this firestorm of
passion sweet and hot
Break me, release the flames
Taste this passion in your dreams
until real life can capture it, too
Ah, I love,
Ah, I love,
Ah, listen, I love you.
 Jun 2016 PR Charles
James Walker
Somehow
the floor isn't
sticky anymore
yet I'm rooted,
stuck in this same
eternal
lackluster state of
having everything
I could ever want

they all wish to be here
while I only desire to hunger
to yearn - to thirst
for the next...
Copyright James W 2016
The journey is the destination it seems
 Jun 2016 PR Charles
Rebecca Lala
It’s late, getting late
I need to sleep – sleep is good
Sleep is short but dark
the bed all for myself
generating my own warmth
My own light of day
I’m trying to make it stay
But some evenings
Not just you
but all of it seems
to have gone away
And I am just
the grey fibry
Residue of that
bitter drink of expectation
Alone at the bottom of the glass
‘til the next getaway
 Jun 2016 PR Charles
gray rain
This may not make sence if you haven't read The Girl
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1669837/the-girl-trigger-warning-self-harm-suicide/

She fell in love with a girl
and then fell in love with the world.
They traveled hand in hand
over mountains, hills and desert sand.
On a journey of self discovery
once she was saved by her princess and started her recovery.
Many years later the scars are still there
but she is too lost in her girl to care
They became memory of the past,
as she no longer felt like an outcast
but accepted as another human, not hated for the cuts that she made to bleed,
or the scars from the many times she left to be alone like she was some sort of disease.
She was free from the hurt and pain they caused
and loved by her girl who embraced every flaw.
They were inseparable they would never leave eachothers side-
they took life as it came and everyday was a different surprise.
She could look forward to life and what would come next...
but what happened then was not what she would ever expect.
her girl - the only one who ever supported her was stood opposite,
she suddenly became less talkative
as she realised her face was turning maroon
and the girl she loved wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.
I suddenly got the idea to write an alternative ending for the girl where she didn't die.

If anyone wants to write their own ending
the structure is 22 lines long but the rest depends on what story you are telling.
 Jun 2016 PR Charles
Dust Bowl
I used to pass love notes to the knuckles that cracked against my jaw.
I tucked inside my locket the bruises I thought no one else saw.
You see when your first love is pain,
Being covered in blood
Replaces kissing in the rain.
The last time a lover hit me I was 11,
So by 12 I had started dreaming up ways to get to heaven.
Depression is just a side effect of wanting to die,
But when you're in love with toxicity,
It can be hard to say goodbye.

I'm an addict,
To everything that hurts:
Bruises,
And bulimia,
Men who chase teenage skirts,
But hating myself was the only obsession
That lasted long enough to work.

You see I don't always want to die anymore,
Yet now I feel like I finally lost my mind.
Desperately seeking new ways to pass the time:
Anorexia holds my attention
Until trichotillomania comes
And then moves along,
And once again I'm boring and bored,
But I always swore
a genuine smile was something I'd want.
For the first time in my life I can truly say I've been doing better, but for some reason I can't get comfortable with being happy.
 Jun 2016 PR Charles
darktowers
As we stand here hand in hand
Staring in the abyss of the future
You tell me jump
you tell me
That there nothing after death
So this seams be our only chance
In life
So jump
For our love may blossom
So we jump
And as we fall down
To the never ending bottom
I look in to your eyes
And see love not fear
Of death that seems getting near
But never ending love
I'm glad we jump my love
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