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 Dec 2010 Shay Garner
Jowlough
Memory flashbacks,
as I gaze through the stars,
As I miss the woman,
Who's distance a far,

without a clear picture,
of her current state,
using the borders of technology,
Stay with her late

She'd capture me
with her pick up lines,
Evolving feelings,
like a growing vine.

Reaching out
to the ends of my veins,
It traps out,
my inner memory lanes.

How I wish
I could join the birds,
fly, and be there in minutes
Express out my words

Please let me enter the scopes
of your mysteries and clues,
With you is my care,
-- And I Miss you.
(c) Dec 28 2010 -Distance -  jcjuatco
The crushing weight of your absence
Has become the center of my universe.
An irresistible gravitational force
Tearing me away from life.
A black hole I circle endlessly,
Spiraling slowly downward
Into the event horizon
And oblivion.
I'm trapped
inside the shrinking
balloon of a deflated
world:
yesterday's party.
Today's trash
wrapping around my face
I can't open my eyes.
Pressured into
all the smells like
discordant blarings of
fetid flowers,
aching ages.
A dream memory
waking over and over
to the phone
ringing underwater--
sonar fingers
probing
into depths
too cold.
Copyright 2010 by Michael S. Simpson
Although it may be Christmas,
One thought reseeds,
Which will be chosen,
Which is your need,

It's one or the other,
Because both doesn't work,
So make your pick,
Choose your path in this fork,

I just want an outcome,
To these never ending thoughts,
That I fear so much,
That I've fought and fought.

So please choose one,
If its not me whatever,
I'm just losing my patience,
Underneath this weather,

My patience is thin,
I've waited so long,
Give me an answer,
Because neither one is wrong,

One final thought,
Is that I've tried so hard,
Some things may seem scary,
But this decision is my shard,

So please make your choice,
Make it quick,
Because I can only hold out so long,
Before this glue no longer sticks.
I'm actually in a really good mood, just being poetic with my thoughts. Really hope I can get this to stop.
Raw feelings of heartache spill from my eyes.

Keening cries fall from parted lips.

Body-wracking tremors of sorrow grip me.

Unable to move.
Unable to embrace.
Frozen in time.
Frozen in place.

Sifting my memories for sights, sounds and scents.
Of one cherished, one held so dear.

And, finding these shreds, these threads of memory,
able to fashion a ragged bandage for a shattered heart.
Justice has exhausted her empathy
and is content with apathy for the time being
because contempt makes one resent senses.

She could choose dissent, or ascend
to the throne of lethargy.
Either way, no more empathy.

Justice is cloaked in ambiguity
and resents attempts to set her free
because she just wants to be.
 Dec 2010 Shay Garner
SJ Stine
I can't get your scent out of my head,
I can't forget how I felt at home in your arms
And how you would lend me your warmth.
Our drunken conversations replay in my head,
Stuck in repeat.
What did I do wrong?
I don't want to be the first one to cave,
To come crawling back,
But I miss you.
Please come back to me.
 Dec 2010 Shay Garner
Jenny March
However gently, be it in a letter
or conversation.
When the words of rejection fade,
all that is left is the sting.
Despite your efforts, aspirations,
dreams, hopes, even the way you feel.
The knowledge of being spurned cuts
deeper than any broadsword, cutlass or saber.
Along with that person you lose your
desire to change or grow.
You wish everything to remain the same
as before, hoping by some miracle, he
will return.
Then your mind returns to reality
and all that is left is the sting.
JCM 2010 ©
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