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May 2012 Sami Preshaw

Jill Anderson

I sit there thinking,
Just thinking.
Wishing and wondering
If the water could wash it all away.

I sit there thinking
Maybe, just maybe
If I sit there long enough
Scrub my body hard enough
It'll wash it all away.

I wonder if I can
Watch all the hurt, pain and sadness
Circle the drain.
Watch it be all washed away.

I sit there
Day after day
Hoping and wishing maybe today
Or maybe even tomorrow
I can wash all the hurt
The pain
The sadness
The fear
Far far away.

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

The Darkness.

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

Kingafroninjaa

The Darkness.

Even in the darkest of the night,
I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine.
We can barely see what's in front of us,
But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other.
I'll let you guide my body into the night.
The darkness brings us together.
The darkness holds no fear.
The darkness conceals all flaws.
As the sun begins to slowly creep against the horizon,
He quietly leaves the sanctuary of her heart.
As the seconds of the morning sun ticks by,
He gradually becomes nothing but a dream of her imagination.
The light grasps the truth.
The light enhances the shame.
The light shows the scars.
I can still feel your warmth tingling against my skin.
It's time to wake up.

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

Just Can't Get Away

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

Michelle Jordan

Just Can't Get Away

No matter how hard we try,
Our lines of fate have become entwined.
It doesn't matter how far we run,
Or where we hide

We just can't stay away.

Despite the pain; the mistakes
We just can't get enough
The threads of fate; tangled
Between you and I.

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

Last Breath

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

Helen

Last Breath

I often contemplated, in the dark of night
as tears stained my cheeks
and my thoughts were marked by death
What would I actually do when it came time
to draw my last breath?

Would I draw it down, deep inside of me
to gather a force to unlock a hidden door
that had been closed for all time
To finally open it wide to scream
Vengeance will be mine!

Would I use it to make those around me
if they were still standing by my side
understand I wanted so much more
than this pain of my heart, to whisper
one word….
Sore

Would I use it to save myself?
Could I utter the words that
I needed to say?
Would there be enough breath left
to show how much I wanted to stay?

When the time of contemplating
my navel was over
and breathing had become
just another chore
I found that I used
my last breath
to desperately try
to take
*just one more

an oldie ;-)

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

Dropout

Mar 2012 Sami Preshaw

Alan McClure

Dropout

Early on
it was clear
I was coming nowhere in this race
and so my eyes began to wander,
pick out the daisies in the grass,
note the sweep of the horizon
and -
stop.
A long time,
the thunder of feet
fading into the distance,
leaving breeze,
bees
and other tranquilities.

Until a small man
in a tight suit
approached me with a clipboard.
"Ah," he said,
sycophantic smile
splitting his tanless dinnerplate
of a face,
"I see we have another
"like-minded soul!
"We'd like you to join
"the non-racing society!
"You can look at daisies all day long
"and at the end of every day
"we quantify who has done the best!"
And I, sad,
sat,
and wished the sky
would swallow me
whole.

Feb 2012 Sami Preshaw

I Don't Remember...

Feb 2012 Sami Preshaw

Ashe L Bennett

I Don't Remember...

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

— The End —