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You Only Got One Life,
No Redo's, Make It Count.
 Jul 2015 skylar911
Marium Iqbal
I feel for a boy.
He never loved before.  
His eyes were broken.

I loved him anyway.
I feel for the mess.
I feel for his pain.

I hope to mend his shattered heart.
The glass was too broken.
I loved him anyway.

He kissed another girl.
He said he was almost happy.
I loved him anyway.
 Jul 2015 skylar911
Marium Iqbal
"I fell for a nobody loves me kind of guy. Maybe it's because I'm a nobody loves me kind of girl."
 Jul 2015 skylar911
Arlo Disarray
I'm unraveling so quickly
as you're pulling my strings

there is so little of me left
that I'm hardly even here

I don't even leave footprints
nothing I do matters

even the wind skips over me
and blows the other direction

tired and lost

ready to crumble
and become the dust
that remains forever forgotten
 Jul 2015 skylar911
Dutch
(Mom) I bare the naked truth
To which we would not even have this moment
I wish this was not become of me
Then I would surely know happiness
I am curse and I have curse myself for it

It was not my sickness that caused my ill-fate
I carried the malady for three decades
But felt debilitated for two
Tell me
Is there a cure for my health?

(Me) I waste no effort to appeal your testimony
I am the two decades you speak of
But before this moment here
I did not gesture my keeping
For the reason that there is nothing to keep
 Jul 2015 skylar911
7horses
OLD?
 Jul 2015 skylar911
7horses
OLD?
Young people say that I am old and gray,
Not worth the powder, to ******* away.
I just shake my head and laugh and say,
If you are lucky, you’ll be the same way.
I may be old, and as for the hair of gray.
That shows experience, and time’s sway.
If you think, getting old is bad, and punitive.
Spend a little time to think of the alternative.

C R Binion
5am wakes a blinding bright orange sun
Standing out against the pale grey sky.
Below, a cityscape of grey.
No cars and few people move this early.
Portland, like most of us, is having a foggy morning.

Two bodies fade to color on a rooftop.
Their crusty eyes
Crack to vibrant orange light,
Half expecting search helicopters
Or seagulls pecking at their limbs.
Praying, for ravens.

They only find each other.
A beach towel beneath them
Half a bottle of ***** beside them
Next to their backpack and undergarmets.
It almost resembles a prayer circle.
Kicked blanket at their feet,
Brazier overhead,
Belt and trinkets to the side.
Lord knows what they were summoning last night.
They sure as hell can't remember.

They only remember touch and smell,
Light lavender hips,
Big Bourbon chest,
Fingers tracing artwork in the dark
Admiring both
Memories and their permenance.

Unfortunately,
This wasn't permenant.

After they climb down it's
He to a hospital.
She to a husband and child.

The orange sun coo'd too early.
Just two hours of freedom
Before the goodbyes and consequences.

A short glimpse of another world.
Hoping for closure.
One step forward.
Three steps back.

When their bodies left the rooftop.
They held hands.
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