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Flowers are so lucky
beauty gifted with death
accompanied by the promise
of a new life next season
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 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
Izzy
Papers on the floor,
They fell there during the war.
Knocked by an angry hand,
Dispersed across the room to wherever they land.

As words like bombs are dropped,
And punches thrown are stopped,
Insults tossed back and forth,
With such anger, rage and force.

Doors are slammed and objects thrown,
The anger within has grown,
Hatred is filling an empty hole,
That love has left within the soul.

It’s over now there’s no love here,
You’ve been fighting constantly for over a year,
So pack your bags and walk away,
You know you’ll both be happier this way.

So say goodbye, adieu, so long,
You can do it, you can leave, you’re strong.
Close the door and never return,
It may be painful, it’ll probably burn.

But soon you’ll find someone new,
Who loves you more and loves you true.
Take the chance, one more try,
And soon you shall begin to wonder why,
You had never thought to leave before,
Go on, close the door.
 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
Yana
You fear of the unknown,
perhaps hearts will be thrown
then minds, get blown

Its not something we can control,
that feeling in your soul
still we are just playing cold.

Frightened of being hated
no wonder you're jaded
or maybe plain tired

Remember The One
The Almighty One
The Merciful One

Then go and look around
walk, run, on the ground
pray you will be found

Now's the time to soar
step into the war and roar
what are you waiting for?
 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
Steffanie
Your words fill a void.
    Your body, a space.
    No they were not mine for the taking. For the filling.
    Stolen
    No honor amongst thieves.
    I am one.
    Loving your words
    I drink them, absorb them, dissect them. No negligence.
    I'm soaked in them.Choke on them
    And they are no more.
    Disappearing literacy not meant for the masses
    But for her.
    To be her.
    To have words for me. A smile for me. A disgust for me.
    As long as it was for me.
    Selfishness created from your selflessness.
    You are no saint and I will still elevate you high above the regurgitated ooze.
    Belong to no one, no posession.
    Be you
    Be me
    Be us.
    Not love. Not lust.
    An inbetween space.
    Understanding?
    Longing for the same reasoning
    Yet never finding it in eachother.
    Have you words for that?
    Paint a picture with that drab meaningless ink & I'll fill it in with damp, dark color.
    I know you.
    I accept you.
    Keep you.
    Give a little?
    Fill me?
    No more words. Not mine.
 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
Steffanie
Laughter
Questions
Answers
Apologies.
We knew of these too well..
Understanding
Confusion
Congestion
Control
...Apologies.
G­uilt
Panic
Love?
Lust
Too Strong!
APOLOGIES
TRUTH!
The picture is coming
The gears are turning
The mind is racing
The nose is smelling
The fingers are sensing
The skin is tingling
STOP!
My mind needs sleep
My heart? Dreaming
Your eyes? Seeing
My soul? Clinging
Apologies...
We ARE so sorry,
Love?
Lust?
Panic
Chaos
Apologies.
Too much
Too soon
Too far gone
Too long..
Goodnight.
Apologies.
 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
Red Starr
A deep, red reminder of a night so black
Caught between two psychopaths
All I wanted was a little peace
But the two simply would not agree
Take it out on them, you might
My remedy? Get out the knife
Anger, pain and desperation
All turned inward, self aggression
Exhausted by the constant fight
Two deep cuts in my arm that night
Solution, ideation, imagination?
Two grown men and their ego fascinations?
Exhausted by the constant fight
I should probably turn in this ******* knife
 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
Red Starr
glass monkey
on a shelf
he
threw
the first
stone
Speaking of my ex-husband who put me on a pedestal, wanted me to perform/be a person I didn't want to be.  I tried hard to be.  I felt like I wore a mask on the outside and was another person on the inside.  He was abusive and I could do no right in his eyes.
 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
PJ
Virginity
 Mar 2013 Robert G Page
PJ
Take it back, please
I do not want
Your gift anymore because
It lives in my sheets
Making it hard to sleep
Every night
I am thinking
About him
And whether or
Not
My gift hides in his
Sheets, or
If it is tucked
Away in a closet
Of embarrassing laundry
His mother will never
Clean
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