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She takes the broken pieces
of a prayer without a wing
and restores it to it's beauty
as to make the angels sing
no chapel holds a candle
to the stained glass of her soul
for she takes what once was broken
and with love she makes it whole
For 1796 an artist working in glass mosaics making broken beautiful.
 Nov 2013 Queen Bee
Se18
And after all,
After all what we went through,
After all the love we have had,
After all the pain we have got,
You left, I got depressed,
After all the fight I have made to get you back,
After all the tries I have made,
Now, today, this moment,
I found out the hidden,
I found out what has never been clear,
I found out the lie I believed.
It was never love,
It was just a joke that I believed,
I have never loved you,
Or became happy beside you,
It's just the appearance of you,
What I got addicted to,
It has been just a stupid lie and I was just a fool kid.
 Nov 2013 Queen Bee
PK Wakefield
first love,
in whose body
my soul is made,

                                  the whiteness:
                                  your crisply
                                of
                      ­        scent
                            is like
                          when
                        parts­
                      the long
                   night
                     budding
                        the crimson
                     tooth
                   of
                       dawn
                    'pon
      
           the edged back
           thinness of
           mountain hair


(growing fairly towerish
it sprouts
as sprouts the sea
the freshest breath of life
to take by inimitable quavering
the softness of mind to depart
knowing

                      and kiss into

           the sweetness of darkness      (



                                w
            ­                     h
                                 ere

              sleep is
              nice
                              and
        
  ­                  comely wilting snow
                    on the blade of heat
                                     '
                                     ;
                                     .
 Nov 2013 Queen Bee
Kylie Wallen
And he broke
Because she didn't love him
The way
He loved her.

"I would have done anything for her"
He says in a raspy voice
His heart is torn
The girl played with it like a toy

He tried so hard.
To change into what she wanted him to be
He was so far gone.
He wasn't even happy
 Nov 2013 Queen Bee
Auss
Protector
 Nov 2013 Queen Bee
Auss
i hid my face
i was a disgrace
i was the oddball
i hated the hall

you saw that i was hurt
you came and helped me
i was a crude and short
you gave me a taste of free

free of fears
free of the bully
free of conformity
free of tears

you became my brother
a quiet protector
you kept away what i hated
even if you were a lil twisted

you cared
you helped
you supported
you heard

there is no way
i could repay
all the things you did
so all i can say is thank you
david you kept me alive through the worst years so far
I sit in front of you,
quiet, thoughts removed.
I have no answers, no words,
I just stare at your tomb.

Your soul snatched from my hands,
I feel as I'm a fool.
I am only mortal, man,
there was nothing I could do.

When you took your final breath,
was there really nothing left?
Before you took to the other side,
I wish I could have said goodbye.

I feel you in the sunlight,
I hear you in the dead of night.
I smell your cigarettes,
but one thing,
I can never do,
is see you again.

Please come back!
Please come back!

Give him back to us!
Give him back!
I just want to see my friend again!
That is all I ask!

Please come back...
Please come back...
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I spend every night that same,
lying in bed,
lying in pain.
Waiting for someone or something,
to heal my open wounds.
But I've been waiting and it seems,
these wounds ain't healin' soon.
I spend every night staring,
at a pale white ceiling.
And I wake every morning feeling,
like a forgotten doll,
propped up against the wall,
under the bed,
dust from head to toe.
I'm not sure if I'll ever know,
of a love like ours again.
And I'm not sure if I'll ever,
not feel numb again.
My mind is wired,
but it's wired all wrong.
Like an off key song,
it makes me cringe.
So tonight I will binge,
all the memories of us.
And then I will purge,
every last bit of trust.
Erase it from mind,
before the sun rises,
and then I will rise from this bed,
and pretend to live again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Nov 2013 Queen Bee
Auss
I look into the mirror
and recoil in pure horror
A monster stares back at me
Hating everything I see

And see the scars you inspired
It was all about the love you required
I don't see what it was
I don't see what you saw

You lied to me
You said I made you happy
You said we would be together
It was going to be for forever

I fill with anger and hit the wall
I see it now, the reason to appall
My face, my acne, my twisted image
I look at all the baggage

I look into that reflection
I  am suddenly filled with new conviction
I start to carve at,
I start to slice off the fat

I smile as I see the blood
I laugh at the piled flesh
I know that it ruins that twisted image
But you are gone, you have left

The twisted image
The pure idea
The love I felt
The pain I feel

There is no more me
That silly image
that made this *******
Only you ,who begged me to stay, can set me free
It took every ounce of self control
not
to kiss you...

not to take you in my arms

inhaling deep
the very scent of floral meadows
from your hair

not to hold your hands
with fingers trembling

nor to speak openly
my love...

my feelings

that I have
so often
held

here ...

close to my chest

muffling the very beating
of my heart

in such pained
poetic

silence

Yet

but for one moment of weakness
I could
have made known

my need

my pain

my longing to be touched

but no...

for I would never risk
all that we are ...

nor
all we have

for nothing more
than
a

moment of madness.
An oldie revamped and tweeked
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