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cassiopeia miel Nov 2015
Like a squiggle in your eye; blink,
and
I'm
gone
because I am all lipstick smudges left under carefully-pressed lapels, or Sharpied innuendos scrawled on bathroom walls in dingy bars.
A souvenir from one ephemeral moment, a fleeting tryst of dispassion (from my side at least); before I am scrubbed bare and raw.

DON'T YOU TOUCH ME, for I am so tender.
Thrown into the wash;
you can clean me, but the stain remains.
The scent of sugar, sweat and shame.
SøułSurvivør May 2015
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streets twinkle
with the cars
the sky is granite
asphalt stars

trees die with their
stunted height
buildings grow
with urban blight

pine box slabs
of window's pain
glassy panels
city's stain

gritty mouths
feed dogs that bark
moist streets where
the world is parked

gravel streetlights
lend the night
darkened sidewalks

blackest light


soulsurvivor
rewrite (c) 5/12/2015
written 2014
At play with juxtaposed ideas.

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Bunny Mar 2015
Faded Glory
Sweatshirt clenches my
teary salt seas.
Mascara on cotton
like drizzle upon Asphalt.
Three months passed with the clock’s clack;
Let’s take a moment and look straight back.
You’re a great guy and I really do love you;
So, right now, here’s the tale of us two.

It was so long ago, in that crazy game;
That I first saw you, and you I’d claim.
I couldn’t stop staring in those eyes of soil;
Right then and there did my heart boil.

Then we first met in that glittering mall;
I was taken aback - I was naught but thrall.
But then at night’s apex you plant a kiss -
Believe me now; it was nothing but bliss!

Only a few weeks ago, you took my flower;
Then you let it bloom in wondrous power.
Now, look at me - an insatiable lover!
You were the one, the one to discover.

Of course, there were bumps and cracks;
And in my mind they’re still fresh tracks.
But that simply doesn’t matter to me;
Because, it’s still us and we.

In closing, our great love, it still shines;
Still so sweet and pure like fine wines.
Even then, it’s still a brightening dawn;
One that has only just begun.
I made this for a "lady friend" of mine.
Kyle Kulseth May 2014
Woke up in a dream under asphalt trees
soaked in the sap of the sweltering city
wearing these old rat rags
               and sneering at the concrete
Greyscale mindset stitched into my sleeve

This town'll ******' **** ya
               and drop a coin on your grave
dig your way up to the daylight
and hang on to your *****

                    Waking up
                    Snapping out.
                   It's not so easy, is it?
                  Waking up and snapping out...

The barge is afloat on the sidewalk streams
Burns in the summer, ******* doused in Spring
the bums puke in corners
               children ***** in the alleys
Sinking hulks. "Abandon ship!" on the galleys

These waves'll ******* **** ya
and pull you down in the deep
this dream ain't worth waking for
        But we can't get to sleep.

— The End —