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 Sep 2013 Sir B
Alice Baker
I'm getting lost on purpose.
Going down the bad roads,
Looking out for no one not even myself

I'm sick of this place, there's too much
That already has a tie.
I need something free.

I figure ill **** up a little more,
Maybe find myself in the reflection
Of some gas station mirror in the middle of no where.

I think I'm destined to be happy
Just not today
And not here.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Elizabeth Squires
she has a vivid spirit
she dresses in a vivacious style
her color arrays
are the best by a country mile

the landscape is set aglow
when her brilliance
is on show
she graces park-lands cottages and hedgerows

her scent is sensed
it's such a lovely bouquet
sweet pea and honey suckle
fragrances linger on the air

her palette of hues
so engrosses the eye
she is the reason
why hearts fly
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Jade Ellen
You gave me a Friday feeling continuously
Yet I was your Monday morning blues

I incorporated a substantial amount of effort to reveal my love
You thought I was persistent

I arrived on time after anxiously waiting around all morning
You turned up carelessly late to minimise time

We laid upon your bed huddling like innocent penguins to keep warm
I was oblivious to what the upcoming week would bring

I lost the love note which held only a lie
I threw away your lighter as the spark had vanished, just like ours did
Your comforting clothes and plush toy are now doubtlessly collecting dust and cigarette fumes from inside of your closet
You furiously broke the bracelet which I gave to you in pride
You deleted our memories held in pictures
You replaced me in less than 24 hours, so I thought

The truth is, so the fault in our stars quote, I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly; and then all at once

I had thought previously that you no longer required my unconditional attention
However I fail to believe this when you are knocking at my door at 3am whilst you're calling out to me in my dreams
I fail to believe this when you start conversations late at night, when thoughts are deep and emotions are raring

Whether we were once magnets facing the attracting way, or you were just a lost soul in need for company I shall never know
But what I do know of, is that today is the day I am fine and content, and one day you will be hurting just like I once was
 Sep 2013 Sir B
marina
(i picked up
all your old habits,
and i'm not
letting them
go)
(you were always stubborn too)
 Sep 2013 Sir B
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Every Night
 Sep 2013 Sir B
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It's his birthday
Can't help but
Tell him I love him

It's been a heavenly day
Coffee, kisses & cigarettes
Neck bites, flirtatious disses
Romantic, sappy poems
He makes me feel alive
In every possible way

His brown eyes
Gives me
Butterflies
His smile
Makes me
Weak inside

Those french kisses though
So hot, unbelievable
Makes me fall
Under his spell
Every single night
Our love is so right
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
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 Sep 2013 Sir B
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You find yourself wishing for that day to come. Silently yearning for that boy to sweep you off your feet with everything he says and does. His alto voice will make you swoon and his firm (yet gentle) hands will caress your lonely, longing body. He will speak of how Venus loved Jupiter but ended up making love to Saturn's rings. and you will follow his every word. breathless. He will take you dancing in clover fields and feed you cold sandwiches he haphazardly made this morning. He will call you when you are down and he will call you when you are happy. He will wait with you and he will wait for you. He will listen, he will console, he will understand. He will leave you alone when you want to be (not that you would ever want him to) and he will surprise you with bluebells and waffles. He will never make you feel inferior and when he does, he will apologise, and convince you that you're the most beautiful girl in the universe. he will make you believe it. He will stand up for you. He will give you butterflies and bee stings. He will not be afraid to kiss your mouth after you've gone down on him. He would never make you cry. He will know his boundaries. He will love you; as you love him too. Twice as much, thrice. infinite times more.

He does not exist.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Zephyr
Tonight
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Zephyr
Tonight I'm missing you

Tonight I'm wishing you were sitting next to me on the couch
holding my hand, maybe reading a book
maybe we are talking about nothing
or just sitting there with my head in your lap
listening to the crickets outside, to the silence of the wind
coming through the open window.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Ciana
Simon says
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Ciana
Simon Says
Do not let the anxiety attack
The phrase running through the empty spaces
deep inside the mind of a mad woman
The mind of a malevolent monster,
she who does not see first the good in others
But the pain, oh the pain they feel
Projecting onto her as if she is a goddess
The silent one who walks among the clods
They don't want you.
Telling the voice which feeds the addiction
to fear , pain and manipulation to stop
You mean nothing, you are nothing.
Stop judging and poking and prodding
to create the nightmares.
The things she sees in others who don't care
Those living in fear since conceived,
told who and what and how to believe
If you just agree, you'll have friends
If you just listen you'll have a "life"
Just follow me
Should I die,
as a follower?
Or alone...
It's freedom... It's the way
Wearing a costume to appease while calling it unique?
Believing that beauty is a representation of a Holocaust victim,
the women starving themselves to look like the ones America “feeds”?
Thinking it appeals to show some skin,
when the ones who look either need a bucket or napkin?
Putting the idea in your head that substance is survival,
Telling you not to do drugs while the doctor writes the prescription
Given your own rights,
a bar code with a smile on the side to define who you are
Who... are ... you?
Declare me a young David Koresh,
creating a prolonged disaster

It's not fair...
It's not fair for one so young
to know why her peers are inarticulate
And it's not fair...
It's not fair for a heart so big to build a wall
of all the things, people, places and dreams that once stood so tall
So ask yourself...
Am I the butcher? Or am I the meat?
Should I hate the shepard, if I am the sheep?
It's not fair...
Its not fair to live in a world so small
after all the years of shame and pain,
still unable to find somewhere to belong.
So ask yourself, outside of all the pain
them all telling you to forgive, forget
In the final look, does the deer forgive the wolf?
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