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Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

John Edward Smallshaw

She wakes up
drinks tea and puts on her make up
leaves home and catches the subway
at the start of a new day
and her face looks okay
just a little bit older
two degrees colder
because the man on whose shoulder she used to rely on
to cry on
is gone.
The letter was on the sideboard
stating that he had got bored and wouldn't be back
and Jack(that was his name)
had packed up his bags left a half smoked packet of **** on the chair
and moved out of her place.

Her face is a picture painted in oils
boiling on the inside where the tears glide over the 'it's over'
No one had told her and she hadn't guessed
that she would be left all alone.

But you make a bed
you lie in it
make love
have fun then you die in it
and it is always this way
So put on your make up and fake it
take it
and break your heart
at the start of your day.
Is it not always this way?

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

My Utopia

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Anderson M

My Utopia

Grandiose and lofty it may seem
Nevertheless it’s a thought that captures
A dream I consider supreme
It triggers a spontaneous feeling of rapture
Whenever it crosses my mind.
It’s that a lawless society is an empowered society
The premise being that life is kind
Lending credence to society imposed piety.
As succinct as it is,
It sums up my simple idiosyncrasy as me
It’ll be a paradigm shift that’ll put my mind at ease
And fill my heart with glee.

The existing realities are grim
Stupefying for lack of a better word.

Andy Bryn.

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Unrequited Love

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Anderson M

Unrequited Love

This phenomenon does indeed
Circumvent logic and render the cliché
‘LOVE IS BLIND”….a defunct concept
Almost alien in societies replete with
People savouring the blows
Of emotional tug of wars.
It’s a thorn in the flesh…..
An enigma that’s so audacious
It dares defy the very essence of the human existence
Which undoubtedly is Human intellect
It surely does wreak sweet havoc
And leave in its wake
Irreversible destruction
Care not to be featured in its myriad “conquests

random reflections of a seemingly disgruntled soul

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Stiletto clad damsel in distress.

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Anderson M

Stiletto clad damsel in distress.

She quintessentially embodied the phrase
‘Paragon of beauty’
Perfectly chiselled face
Symmetrical features and a smile that could
Smoulder one’s heart in a millisecond
She had an aura of nonchalance around her
And an umbrella delicately balanced over her head
Despite it being scorching hot
She walked as if in fear of hurting
The very ground she trod on
Attracting surreptitious glances from passers-by.
I stood rooted to the exact spot I had stood ages before
In utter awe and wonderment at the breath taking sight I beheld
Then out of the blue she appeared to be on the verge of kissing the ground
I instantaneously lurched forward to her rescue
She, landing appropriately in mine outstretched arms
The look on her face * priceless*
Discomfiture and fear apparently evident on her face
Soothingly I assured her all was indeed well
Whilst revelling in the idea that I had come to the rescue
Of the exceedingly beautiful lady.

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Bespectacled cynicism.

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Anderson M

Bespectacled cynicism.

Society, the embodiment of human securities
Is in reality the stark confirmation
Of a conglomerate of screaming insecurities
Begging….its leaders….fervent introspection

Bending logic is an art perfected by all
Regardless of creed class or stature
No wonder the walk is seemingly a hard laboured crawl
Culminating into deep exposed…psychological sutures

**Beings are bedevilled by a roving myopia
Craving a farfetched grandiose utopia
That’s why a bespectacled cynicism
Is ironically of essence…to neutralise a deep rooted parochialism

**random....musings**

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Desperation

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

AJ

Desperation

I feel like ****.
Screaming doesn't make it better.
Crying doesn't make it better.
Take a walk and clear my mind.
Smoke a cigarette.
Nothing feels any better.
It's that feeling of desperation that clings to you,
Like wet clothes after a down pour.
It will only get better if I change my clothes.
But in order to do that I must get naked first,
Vulnerable.
And that could quite possibly be worse.
So I will sit here crying,
Waiting for them to dry.
But you forgot to tell me to get out of the rain first.

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Cold

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

spacequeen

Cold

Time keeps slipping away.
And we watch it fall into the abyss.
Forever lost.
So we think.

The silence is here now.
Have we hit our target?
Not yet.

My insanity keeps me awake at night.
Insomnia seems so routine.

Where dreams become just fragments of memories…

The streets are still hot from the summer’s day.
And I can’t help but still feel so cold.

#love #lost #insomnia #cold

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

Love(d)

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

MaRiahh Hodgkinson

Love(d)

The first time
You ever uttered the words
"I love you,"
I cried.
And I cried.
And I cried again.
Because I know you really didnt love me,
But I loved you.

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

I Am Not

Jun 2013 sanguine-souls

MaRiahh Hodgkinson

I Am Not

Stop telling me I am beautiful
And do not tell me
How cute my dimples are.
Dont tell me how funny I am,
And dont tell me
You cant live without me.

Beautiful girls dont stay at home
On Saturday nights
Wishing for something better to come.
Funny girls dont lock themselves away to cry.
And if you cant live without me,
Then how are you doing just that?