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 Aug 2017 Summer Edmonds
Yitkbel
I am not a poet,
Or any wise man of the sort.
I am just a child in love,
Lost within words.
Wounds are bleeding, i fight to live
and i am afraid to love again.
You became the wind that fills my lungs
I might die if you stop loving me
I might stop dreaming if i forget you
My fate was written with a ruptured pen
lot of ink was poured and meaning
was nowhere to be found.
I dream when i am awake
an effort to conquer the day
and mollify the lonely night.
 Jul 2017 Summer Edmonds
Hannah
I'm walking down
the railroad track.
I have a cigarette,
a bottle of jack,
and a wife at home
that thinks
I'm coming back.
 Jul 2017 Summer Edmonds
Traveler
Every ring needs a leader
He's not a "con man" just a cheater
Every ****** needs a pusher
She's a lover not a ******

As these gutters open wide
Feel the lust, you're still alive
Allow his words upon bare flesh
Close your eyes and hold your breath

Open up and let it out
Hum, moan, scream or shout
Truly
That's what living's all about

Every ring needs it's leader
He's a Poet with a one track meter
.....
Traveler Tim
About no one in particular... (-:
Thirteen roses in a row
Red rain falls,
Don't you know
Down the window
Pain it goes
In the gutters
Through the nose
Where's the thunder
When it flows...?

(Chorus)
Wrapped around
The gauze that's stained
What difference snow?
The same as pain
When it melts
It's just rain.


Withered flowers.
Falling leaves.
It's a howling in the eaves
It's the cult the
Maimed believe
No one cares.
No one grieves.
Cover up.
Long jeans & sleeves.

Razors are a water slide
On track like
A carny ride
Over arms & over thighs
Release all
The pain inside

(Chorus)

It's an ocean
Where we sail
A coin that can be
Heads or tails
A lover's letter,
Or junk mail
A piece of garbage.
Holy grail.

(Chorus)


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/23/2017
This song I REALLY want to release. Cutting is a terrible epidemic in our young people. It has almost replaced street drugs as the scourge of youth...
 Jul 2017 Summer Edmonds
Sam
Is it written on my face?
The pain I feel inside
Tonight, my heart is joyless
I can feel the broken pieces
As they throb inside my chest
This loveless life I lead

I am a poet working overtime
Like the misery inside of me
Like the lunacy that calls to me
To the angel who stalks my every dream
Please take the time to rescue me

For my shredded soul is fading
Darkness overtaking
The burden of my sorrow
No clear skies tomorrow

Angel can you hear me?
I'm sinking deeper in dismay
Eyes becoming jaded
I'm growing tired of fighting

Hold me in your arms
Show me that there's more to life
More than endless heartache
Embrace me with your ethereal flesh
And know I'll feel the same

For this soul is yours to take
What's left of me
This empty tank
This broken tragedy

And when I fall into your arms
Legs too tired to stand
Know my love is true
And help me to move forward
 Jul 2017 Summer Edmonds
Cné
I sit and read the HP site
and observe a teardrop's course
Engaged in deepest revelry
and when it dies, remorse.

I listen to the rustle of the rhymes
in swaying Poetrees...
And revel in the sweet caress
of every whispered breeze

The sweetness of a sentence
every stanza, works of art
The rhymes that touch my soul
and lo, the rhythm that beats from heart.

The lullabies so sweet and soft
that gentle me to sleep
The love tributes, as I nod off
while counting them as sheep.
I love reading all your words of art. Thank you, HP poets and poetess'
I’d like to.
In fact, I’d
have loved to,
but you made it
impossible.

I’d have set
myself on fire
if you’d have
asked me to.

Now, I’d let
it all burn
to ash, leave
the charred
husks behind.

Those are yours.

Not mine.

*

-JBClaywell

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