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 Oct 2014 julius
Natalia Corral
The fact that the world
goes round & round,
doesn't mean it revolves
around you.

The fact that you
love her, doesn't
mean you can control
all she does.

The fact that she's
your daughter,
doesn't mean that
you can decide
what she's going to
do for the rest of her life.

The fact that I loved you, doesn't mean that I'm going to let myself
think about you everyday & want you back.
The fact that I needed you & you weren't there, does give me the
power to complain, because you said you would always be there.
The fact that I care more about others than myself, doesn't mean
that you can step over me & take advantage.
The fact that I am writing this about you, doesn't mean that I still love you. It means I am strong enough to let go & realize that I deserve better than you.
 Oct 2014 julius
Chloë Fuller
hot breath
on necks
finger tips
digging into
hips
eyes at my waist
side
skin shivering
tongue
incantations
slipping under your spell
(this poem is about oral ***)
 Oct 2014 julius
keefer kimbrell
if it helps heal your wounds
i'll keep my distance from you

if it helps heal your wounds
i'll move away to the moon

if it helps heal your wounds
i will move on to someone new

if it helps heal your wounds
i will stop loving you.
~
I am standing in such a space
that like an event horizon
where there everything is moving towards the dark
and usually the opposite is the light

The two ways are very distinct
the light
and the dark
but I am wondering for light
And I see,
any existence of objects that stand on the space,
and even time moving towards the dark

The attraction of dark is too high
its gravity beyond,
attracting the young and the old
it bends all the waves and moving towards the black hole
passing as clouds through the event horizon
where there I have stood
there is a boundary
between the heaven and hell

On the boundary,
the hell I see very near
and the heaven, I saw before
cause still I have some feelings
and all my feelings are accumulating in the bean
but the feelings have a little gravity
either good or evil
neither soft nor compact
all drops from the heaven's wall

It has grown more with time
compact more and more
either in core of heart or in pore of spaces
neither in sticky sand nor in the serene soul
all are moving toward the dark

And finally,
I see a big crunch in the dark
but still some particles of light are floating over the dark
and some are still struggling on the horizon
others are waiting on the event horizon to move toward the dark hell
and I am standing on the wall of the event horizon
neither my mind wants to move in the hell
nor I can moving back to the heaven

~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
the event horizon is an imagery place between heaven and hell and the time that moving towards the hell even the feelings of time and I am wondering for light.
 Oct 2014 julius
ellie
Trip me up,
like I trip and stumble over my words when we speak,
like the roller-coaster loop the loop my heart does when you look at me.

Pick me up,
like the way you catch me when I feel myself falling into sadness,
like liquor in my glass at nights alone thinking of you.

Catch me,
like when you see my mind wandering lazy strolls all over your image,
like a fly caught in the spiders web but so ready to be consumed.

I'm yours,
a tongue-tied mess of blushing cheeks and fumbling hands when you say my name and a whisper of "I love you" like the first day we saw light in each other's eyes.
i have no idea what this is about
 Oct 2014 julius
LA Brown
Mumble
 Oct 2014 julius
LA Brown
You mumble when you speak,
but I think it is a cryptic pattern.

I'm to catch every word or so,
weaving them together like a puzzle.

Sewing the seams of a patchwork quilt,
until it is a thing of wonder, of beauty.

I overlook your methods, I choose to deny,
the mumble drowns out the other words.

I hear nothing...nothing but your mumble.

You mumble when you speak....
I'm not really sure if it's insecurity or an effort to sound intelligent. Perhaps the blanks the mumbler would like us to fill in are words he cannot conjure, or is at a loss for...?
 Oct 2014 julius
Riley Lavender
I think
sometimes
I bring you up
in conversations
just so my lips
can form your name
 Oct 2014 julius
Christopher Lowe
AH
What an attempt
At giving human characteristics
To the most inhuman of ideas
What a ghastly attempt
To bring to life words
The author
Just another Victor Frankenstein
Ashamed of yet another nameless creation
Reconciling with the idea
It was never meant to live
All the while the readers exclaim
*IT'S ALIVE
Just a little tribute to Frankenstein since Halloween is upon us.
 Oct 2014 julius
Skip Ramsey
I
 Oct 2014 julius
Skip Ramsey
I
I am not,
Who I want to be.

I am not,
Who you think you see.

I am not,
Yet journey done.

I am not,
Such a simple one.

I am,
A changing thing.

I am,
Soon to take wing.

I am,
A strong soul.

I am,
Willing to take the toll.
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