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Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
They told me I was dreamer

So I fell asleep forever

I figured the world was changing

And my dreams could just get better

But the dreams became chronic

Some called it an addiction

Now dreaming is getting old

It’s become more of an affliction

Now I’m just waiting

To be awoken form my slumber

Like Rip Van Winkle

My waking days are numbered
Tara Marie Sep 2014
Lend me your smile,
stay here awhile,
don't ever defile
this embrace.

Capture my kiss,
The world is amiss,
Sunsets of missing
your face.

Beauty inside,
your laughter a ride,
hands coincide,
Possessive, and rough.

Awestruck, but scared,
Pricked, but repaired
The needle, she cared
I wasn't enough.

Sick with stronghold,
a promise so bold
someday, we'd grow old,
without interruption.

The voice in my ear,
no words, no tears,
your fragrance--not here,
her final consumption.

Time wanderer,
Life ponders,
Love fonder
but lost.

Since your goodbye,
no alibi,
plagued by
mental holocaust.
This poem is dedicated to the love I lost and will never get back to the love I exchanged for so much. I love you James Edmond and will never forget you baby. Today I am almost a year clean, and you would be so proud. I miss your scent of happiness and your smile of ecstasy.
Tiffany Norman Mar 2014
There you are again,
you old, reincarnated love.
Showing up in new faces
and handing me a token
of your affliction:
your half-empty glass,
a leaf ripped from its limb,
your one-way ticket to a place
I won’t be.

Here we are again,
walking down the street
under wet trees and lit balconies
as if we’re falling in love.  
You try to convince me you’ll
stay this time,
but I see the itch in your skin
to leave as soon as you realize
I recognize you.

And I do.
You’re a fiery first-kiss.
A five-day affair. Maybe this time six.
A reality check.

Light beams and a car horn
shake me awake.
A squeeze around the waist
indicates you’re still lying
beside me in bed.
I preemptively wince in pain.
Any minute now.

You pass through that door
like anyone would,
but I know what your
“See you soon,” means.
Lopez Creationz Jun 2014
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I still see you many a night in my dreams.
Sometimes you are intensely amorous,
Sometimes out of sorts and filled with grief.
Other times you are just violent and mean.

When I awake, my heart is beating fast,
haunting feelings and tears due to our past.
My mind feels ridden with guilt and drained,
My soul completely devoured by torturous pain.

God please know, I regret wrong choices made,
I walked out the door with so much left unsaid.
I did not have heart or courage to watch their face,
I turned around simply disappearing without a trace.

Lopez ©reationz 2014

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