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the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
All I wanted was to be the lad who
moves the mountains in your life
into the valleys in your Heart.
the lad who wraps the bandage
of joy about your sores of sorrow

I wanted to be an orb of hope that
lights your way through dark times
the road that guides you home
to love you in all ways that
I could, to find you a forever
in every now, to fight your
wars so that you never bruise...
To be your co-driver on this
unpredictable journey of life

To pick up the pieces all
who came before me left
scattered all over the floor
I wanted to be the courteous
palms that hold your hand
and wipe your tears, and though
not so strong, the shoulder
on which to lean

I just wanted
to be yours.
I'm standing at the edge of cliffs that stretch on through Norway.
Looking down I see another me.
Deciding if I've got what it takes to go through this doorway.

I'm at a junction of paths with more than your average split.
I've got endless roads which lead nowhere.
Apprehension in my voice but I can't see where you won't fit.

You're a little special though because I smile like a fool when you're near.
You won't see me with the same eyes.
That's all I'll ever fear.

We stayed up late last night.
Together - you could have left.
Though I'm glad you stayed.
Was it me you stayed for?

Your a natural beauty more than these rocks and views in the Kjerag.
It's more than body, pulse and heart.
Its all of you I've gotta have.

When I thought I'd met them all.
Struggling to find a spark.
I've never met anyone like you.
Now you're all I think of in the dark.

Take my hand and show me love
Out beyond the imaginary.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Sep 2015 Shanna Stylee
Pax

I sit alone as if I am fading
Invisible in the ashen fields.
My heart longs to be somewhere
to where I see myself
Clear as the new day
True to oneself’s beauty
Away from the toxicity of people’s opinion
Or as far away from my own shadow of doubt.

I sit alone & not running anymore.
Losing strength as the wind passes by
Losing a bit of my edge in this unreasonable persona, I face.
Yet I never give a **** as long as I kept on going
Reaching for something Unreachable,
I can only hope…

I want to feel the life of someone’s at arm’s reach
to feel that I am alive
I missed you.

this feels like a follow-up on my 'ashen gray' piece:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/298918/ashen-gray/
though it is much more in a different road,
a road that i am longing to have..
Every one of these girls.
Wants to be my muse.
But baby I ain't ready for that ****.
I'm just way too confused.

I could take you in.
Swim in the hearts I've collected.
But baby in the end.
You might find yourself rejected.

I'm a dangerous mess.
Never was good at abstaining.
You can be my addiction for tonight.
A sweet affliction I ain't restraining.

I know all the right ways.
To do the wrong things.
I know how it feels.
To have a heart that stings.

Am I the worst?
Or just worse than you expected.
What if it was reversed.
And it was my mind you infected?
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015

Rap music induced.
 Sep 2015 Shanna Stylee
Jason
I want love-
Not the little love
That makes the
heart skip, and
The face blush.
I want to indulge in the Love
That ignites the Spirit

The love that fills all voids,
Heals all grievances,
And
has no boundaries,
No limits,
And
no preconceived notions.

I want the love
That is contagious by presence.
The love that
eradicates insecurities
And replaces them with ecstasy,
I want the kind of love
That sets people free.

I don't want the love
That beats around the bush.
I want the love that
bangs
down my door,
Sets my heart
a blaze,
And keeps
fueling
the fire.
The original works and writings of Jason Deegan.
All Rights Reserved. ©2015
 Sep 2015 Shanna Stylee
caroline
i gave you all i had,
even my heart when yours was mending.
and now here i am left with nothing but broken memories and mascara stains on my pillow.
and the sad truth is, regardless of the things we went through, id do it over.
again and again.
Off to buy some *******
So I can get high with my friends in the rain.
Are we running away from life's pain?
Or towards  understanding again?
For some the truth can constrain
For others set free from their bane
Its insane
This drug makes my mind like a train
Derailed and kept unconstrained
Sublimely tempting and vain
  Amen

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lessons in writing while high
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