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 Apr 2013 simonne
Kirsten Lovely
It's hard to talk to artists, see,
They've never made much sense
Their memories seem clouded
But yet I found one on a bench.
I didn't find the artist, no,
I only found his work
A broken, torn apart journal
A tattered, beat up book.
I opened to the first page
And saw a true sight to behold
Colors flew across the paper
In reds and blues and golds.  
The pencils must have danced
And the thoughts should have exploded
But what I had there in my hands
Was worth much more than noted.
I held his imagination
Every fiber of his thoughts
Every piece of information
That he ever had been taught.
The lines and circles spoke
Every word that he could not
They all told him not too
So he kept it under lock.
But there those drawings held the key
The secrets to his past
His present, future, all his hopes
'I wonder if they'd ask.'
He kept his secrets quiet
All his goals and all his dreams
I found his only outlet
His saving grace, it seems.
I looked through all the drawings
Some teasing, jokes, and grades
All expressed in colors
His feelings to create.
I never met this man that day
I still don't know him now
I wonder if he's happy
Or does he revel in the clouds?
See, artists are a piece of work
They're masters of the trade
Their specialty is feelings
Like the ones put on a page.
 Apr 2013 simonne
August
The Dawn
 Apr 2013 simonne
August
It's funny,
Ever since I met you,
My bed feels so empty.
And I'm laying here,
In an oversized shirt,
And nothing else.
Smelling of soap and skin.
Wishing to taste your lips.
To rub my cheek against yours.
Breathe in every breath you take.
And I've never even seen your face.

*The Dusk
© Amara Pendergraft
 Apr 2013 simonne
R
Four Letter Word
 Apr 2013 simonne
R
Love is but a four letter word
flowing off the tip of my tongue
in just one syllable
an el, an oh, a vee, an ee

Love is but a four letter word
muttered constantly but rarely understood
and even more rarely experienced
unfortunately

Love is but a four letter word
and life is just the same
but one without the other,
would simply be a shame
 Mar 2013 simonne
EC Pollick
I reach up
touch my face
I just feel two pockets of dimples
and warm skin.
I gave some of that little fire to you one day and together,
we blew up everything we knew.

It was one of those inconsequential disasters.
Because it was never supposed to happen
But
It did.

I can still feel the burns.

We can’t undo that Nagasaki.

All I want is the one who knows me.
All I want is my little fire returned to me.
 Mar 2013 simonne
Annelise
You will find that they are rules beyond laws and fools in everything love does. It’s more than just passion and it’s stronger than life. It’s like a flow of emotions playing you like toys. If you’re too weak, it’s so painful it makes you bleed from the inside and you don’t understand why such a powerful thing took over you like it did. One can’t imagine the force it’s bringing in a heart once it’s big enough to fill the hole. A hole dug by addiction and loss, made by fear and disappointment, a hole that will always get bigger if no one believes it can close. But some wounds are better left open as long as the right cure has not been found and a scar that can’t be healed is not something that you can hide. It shows every day on your face, in your eyes, in the way you look at people you like, in the way you talk, in the way you think, people can see that you don’t believe. Yet, there’s no need to hurt for something you want so bad. You can have everything you want if you know yourself enough.
 Mar 2013 simonne
Langston Hughes
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
 Mar 2013 simonne
Gary Muir
your eyes search me
looking for scars
that might tell where I’ve been
my body is clean

your words search me
inquiring about my past
and waiting expectantly
my response is brief

your lips search me
feeling for impressions
left by former lovers
I’ve been smoothed over

so I write this poem
to urge you to keep searching
for you are close
and will find me soon
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