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**** you!
For pretending to be real
Even though we are worlds apart
For offering me this deal
Although it was doomed from the start

**** you!
For always being there
Whenever I needed advice
For being the one to care
Making no other suffice

**** you!
For staying so ******* close
Nearly ****-blocking every girl
For handing me an overdose
Of your over-imaginative world

**** you!
For the feelings so forbidden
That could never be shown to the world
For the connection we had to keep hidden
Or else into hell we'd be hurled

**** you!
For saying you'd be my friend
When really it was a lie
For the rules that you tried to bend
And the words that could make pigs fly

**** you!
For incessantly writing
Those poems of longing and lust
For making them sound so inviting
As if in the dream we could trust

**** you!
For giving me master key
To your innermost secrets and thoughts
For creating such vivid fantasy
Without giving it second thoughts

**** you!
For forcing me thus to end
This wonderful journey of words
I ask you no longer to send
Your thoughts even when it hurts
I took a trip today
let myself go
on a quiet rush
unnoticed
and in plain sight
I let myself go

I took a trip today
let my blood go
on a mad rush
unwarranted
but deliberate
I let my blood rush
I took it
Eagerly
ate it up
from your hand
persuasive
treacherous
hand
You sold me
more
Saw the budding
addiction
the yearning
for more
access
to another me
adventure
ecstasy
I fell
plummeted into abstinence

Fear

I needed more
of it of
the other me

You stalled
me
Tricked
Pleased
Disoriented
me
I
got
lost

ad
dict
ed
Still tasting it
feeling the rush
off its fill
although hours
nay! days have passed
without

Oh! The hunger
The yearning for another
taste
longing to feast
on the flesh
and the blood
visualised
in words

Starvation
days without
even drops
dripping
****** letters
onto a page
inviting to drink
days without
sentences filling
screens
like a syringe
ready
to penetrate
the soul
with the essence
of dream
Sly
like a serpent silently
slipping
under the skin
slithering
up though the spinal cord
to secretly settle
inside your skull
where it will sit
and sedate
your senses
with sweet seductive
songs of
sleep
The ignorant nightingale
sings happily
to welcome spring
in Suburbia
Carelessly
A wet Icarus
seeks
her frozen sun
and sinks
101 years ago, on the 10th of April 1912, The Titanic left the port of Southampton. Nobody believed she could sink....but she did
 Apr 2013 Rickie Louis
Morgan
There's a mess inside my skull
& it's pouring from my finger tips
a large room,

no, a really,

unimaginably

large room,

with a typewriter

in the center

-

the words

free yourself

are already spoken,

and underlined,

in the center

of the page

-

there is no blinking cursor,

no glowing white field

-

an iron sight

holds the paper down

so you can

torture or nurture

or shun or ****** it

with both

precision and accuracy

-

careful though,

you can drift

beyond the walls of your

supposedly

big room

in the length of a page
 Apr 2013 Rickie Louis
Morgan
She said
I'm not a writer
Hardly a listener
Not one of the talented ones


I said
*You sound like poetry to me
I wish I could capture the contents of your mind
Between black ink and blue lines
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