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I only want to find you,
To kiss your red lips!

If you only could know,
How much my heart misses you!

Maybe you are dreaming about me too?

How can I tell you,
You are my dream, my only love?

Why do we choose,
To search for an impossible love?

Why do I love a beautiful dream?

The loneliness in my heart is the reason,
In our world,
In our Universe,
I will never give up searching for you.

Are you looking for me too?

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Autumn comes when my sadness
Arrived like a cold blanket
Of leaves,
The fleeting sun with short days
And rainy sessions of music
Too melancholic to feel
Any ray of sunshine.....

But I like my pain,
It holds firm to memories
That tie it all together,
The glow of a quarter moon
On my drowning lips speaking
The way I used to hold you,
The way you wore me like
A robe folding every curve
Around me:
How much the depths of my soul
Want to see you in a certain
Light, passing me even as air,
Yes,
The pain with final skies
Which calls for anguish in a flowering
Darkness leaving me
Nostalgic and scattered,
Yes,
I like my pain,
That is how I know it was real.
Myself...
I hate myself for wanting you
I hate myself for missing you
I hate myself for letting you go
And I hate myself for leaving you alone.

You...
Because of you, I've learnt to love myself
Because of you, I've learnt to trust myself
Because of you, I have changed for the better
And take the risk even it means of  loosing one another.

And now, everything was gone
It seems like I was shot by a gun.
You're the one who made me feel complete
Yet the reason , why in love -- we skipped.
Yes, I'd rather hide it than to express it.
Ain't gonna lose you, I'd rather lose them than to lose you.
I am in the bones of life
The void of light
The final kiss
The end of dreams
The beginning of song
Wrapped in black shrouds
I give you black wings
And set you free to the night
To become a star
a moon
a sun
and a dream
To dream again
and again...
 Nov 2016 Sanna Tirkey
River
I met you
Last night
I felt so hollow yesterday
I nearly bit my
customer's face off
With their smile
And cackling laugh
Drowning me,
choking me
I felt like punching,
I considered
taking up boxing

Why do I try to be perfect?
Why do I try to suppress
everything
Push everything down
Be quiet about who I really am?
Because I'm so
*******
scared
There is no other reason
It's this
fear that's my one and
only demon

You're not a lover
You're a friend for shallow times,
for cheap thrills
You brought me back to
my teenage years
I drank half a beer
because I hate being
high
I smoked a cigarette
And you said
You're not acting Christian tonight
But who am I?
And who was I?
I never knew

We stole pumpkins
off of porches
Quiet homes tucked away
Warm light emitting
from partly concealed windows
I protested
But you persisted
And I laughed and
howled with an
artificial delight

We smashed the pumpkins
And stuck our hands in
Feeling the gooey innards
We didn't talk much
Maybe we had nothing in common
But it was nice
To have no words
To be terrified
To feel my fear,
and do it anyway.
(20 minute poetry)


The underground found
a sound when your ears start to pop,

I have popped several pills
seen the seven hills of Rome
all hail to the Pope
but
he wasn't home.

It's easy to let the mind wander
on these tracks
when I'm under the ground.

stacked up like planes on the flight path
some jumbo and some rather small
next station along and the tube carries on
nothing much matters at all.

I'll get there to my destination in the here and now or it could be the when
then I'll hop off and
oh botheration
tonight I must do it again.


Out of the way
the land of the free
votes today.

and now I'm rambling but that's no surprise 'cept to the lady who's sitting on the opposite seat
you should see the look in her eyes.

Priceless
harmless enough
and in the vernacular
some would say
'Buff'

stuff that and them
here I am now and when
was a long time ago.
Midnight as a teenager:
"This is fun!"
Midnight as an adult:
"What have I done?"
Just a silly little ditty.  I haven't stayed up this late in a while!
The tears in my eyes blur the lines
of the lies that you told when you asked me
to hold you

I wish you'd told me then what I know now
when I think it could have been
and it doesn't really mean
that at all.

and each drop begs each drop to stop,
but it can never be,
the tears are there reminding me of
lines in which
I'll never see
again

it always was a blur to me
the sensual
the sensory, but
depth perception
eluded me

time to clip my wings.
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