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Nov 2012 Sheeda

Low-Fat Love

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Deana Luna

Low-Fat Love

Low fat love
Sugar free passion
Tricks my brain
Into thinking we actually had something

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Pet

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Deana Luna

Pet

Stinging *** and bright eyes,
Innocent yet absolutely not.
Hair bows and bruised thighs,
The thrill of being caught.

Lips bitten and achy jaw,
Naughty and nice perfectly formed.
Tracing ice until it thaws,
Dripping wax so I can burn.

I can't resist--
Just one last kiss.
Whisper slowly,
That I'll be missed.

Your hand stings and you throb,
And you pulse, and want more while I sob.

Pain is my plea
And you are all too giving.
Hands still stinging,
Ears ringing.

I lie at your feet
Nuzzling kisses-- I'm content.
You caught your prey
That malicious smile
Seeing I'm spent.

You call me ****
And I want to be nothing but.

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Fuck You

Nov 2012 Sheeda

wandabitch

*******

You did well like a black hole should,
devouring my kindness with empty words
even as you promised me worlds.
oh you are so quick to shoot me down,
as I feel like a wounded star in a meteor shower.
this heat burns my true heart, that you will never hold.
I digress.

Shining like the morning
just another distant rock.

These feelings can't help but speak

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Me

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Whiskurz

Me

I write to find my inner peace
A place the world can't see
It's inbetween the wrong and right
The deepest part of me

I write to to find a little relief
To write my pain away
Life's too hard to hold it in
There's things I need to say

I write to find compassion
To calm my inner being
I write of things important to me
The things that you're not seeing

I write to tell a story of hope
To all who's lost their way
I write to turn the darkest night
Into the brightest day

I write for many reasons
But to tell you honestly
The truest reason I write each day
I write because of me

Nov 2012 Sheeda

The Poet's Lullaby

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Whiskurz

The Poet's Lullaby

Sleepless nights were made for poets
We write when we can't sleep
Emptying our souls with pen and paper
From heartaches buried so deep

Haunted souls keep us awake
'Til late into the night
Our inner demons hold us captive
But freed by the words we write

Bound by thoughts our lips can't speak
Our pens, our only release
We write our pain in black and white
The colors that bring us peace

Silence fills the poet's heart
As our minds are filled with doubt
Held hostage to our agony
'Til our words come tumbling out

Finding the reason for all our pain
Our words begin to weep
Only then can the poet rest
And finally go to sleep

Nov 2012 Sheeda

The Sage

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Whiskurz

The Sage

Wisdom is earned through many years
Built on heartaches, trials and tears
For it takes a lifetime to become a sage
Growing ever wiser each day they age

There's not many things that they haven't seen
Their bodies grow older, their minds staying keen
With answers to questions that we haven't learned
Working each day for the wisdom they've earned

Sometimes we think that their just out of touch
But they've seen it all and we haven't seen much
Sometimes we say that they don't understand
But the things that we know has come from their hand

Teaching us things through the stories they tell
Some will grow wiser, while others will fail
Wisdom is something that cannot be bought
For time is our teacher, it can only be taught

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Scribbles

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Whiskurz

Scribbles

I think my muse has fallen ill
I've lost my inspiration
I sit alone and grasp my quill
In hopeless anticipation

I scribble lines that make no sense
Only to be erased
The air around me becomes intense
The words I choose, a waste

I cannot choose the words I write
The words, they must choose me
Without my muse my words aren't right
As anyone can see

How can I free my tortured soul,
Without my muse's hand?
The words I choose cannot console
They do not understand

I think my muse has fallen ill
My words have been betrayed
The poems I write I cannot feel
My thoughts have all decayed

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Taken by the Angels.

Nov 2012 Sheeda

Alicia D Clarke

Taken by the Angels.

I say your name.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
All in hopes that the very mention of your name,
will bring you back.
Every sound,
every syllable,
flows from my broken heart,
unto lips chapped from tears.
Four times.
Five.
Repetition after repetition.
I know it wont work.
But your name gives me comfort.
Wraps me in memories.
Protects me.
Do you think of me where you are now?
I know you do.
Taken by the angels that cold october night.
Each star in the sky,
A new member taking flight.
Hit with the impact of incredible force,
I feel you.
I feel every hug,
every sisterly shove,
and it all comes back to me.
Nostalgia rushes in and we are together.
You never left me.
You never will.
Not a sisters on earth,
but sisters in the sky
Forever and always,
You will always be mine.

KMC. <3