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Erin Suurkoivu Nov 2017
her shadows
have more weight
than my ghost

in my hands
a basket
full of ripe
plums

they prefer
those bite-sized
cookies with the
******* fortunes

plain language
in which
nothing hums
We want to tear in -
To taste all the juices
Knowing that now,
All too soon, we could lose this.
We want to drink
All the things in this world
And never
Stop to breathe.
For the wheel
Takes and it gives
Some things will die
While others still live
When the day
Gives way to new day
We're afraid what we love
Might all fall away.
Still, the world demands
That we must let go
And let the deep rivers
In motion all flow
Dropping our leaves
Going back to our roots
Re-evaluating
What we know to be true.
Stop to breathe.
Before the next bite,
Stop to breathe.
10/23 Inktober prompt: Juicy
No edits allowed.
Poetic T Oct 2017
The hangover of that one day
                      that lingers like to much fun...

Mondays ****,
               but Tuesdays
                       are the hangover cure..
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
If you want to have your cake and
eat it too, don't be shocked
when karma bites you.
Karma's a *****. Play with fire, you'll get burned.
Beware the Anna Conda
of Boa Vista;
So easy to coil up
in those snakes for arms,
so deadly to be bitten
by those snakes for charms.
Debanjana Saha Jul 2017
My lips, parched as the thirsty desert
lingering upon for a submerged bite!

Only to be seen,
are thunders & lightening
awaiting for a tiny drop of rain
amidst the dark blue sky following!
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Zero Nine Jul 2017
No,
my soul,
cannot be
taken.
No,
it's gone,
been stolen
before
you.
When you
reach for
wick warmth,
you find
disfigured
wax.
When you
bare teeth
to bite,
I'll hide,
too truly
bitten.
Can't you tell the time
for pleasure's passed?
Two tired eyes and
mirthless smile,
don't care to stop it.
-E Jun 2017
Your sitting next to me
So innocent
Not in my head
Your already in my bed
Our clothes scattered all over the floor

I bite my lips on the thought
You noticed
And gave me your bedroom eyes

And I knew we both were,
having an affair in our heads.
-E
KC Jun 2017
If you follow me
I can teach you to keep up with my pace

You'll be the tone
I'll be the tempo

Follow me
and you will learn you never knew good mornings
until the sun rise was replaced by me

I will be your caffeine
your whiskey in a tea cup

I can show you the world that I know
like the back of my hand
as you eat out of the palm

You will learn to bite the hand that feeds you
and the lips

And you will believe the dead eyes that tell you
"You’re the best I ever had"

I will be on my knees
but it will be you doing the begging

I will consume you
until you can’t even close your eyes
without being reminded of the nights
I refused and used to spend with you

I will let you kiss my neck
and teach you to read the goose bumps
you create on my skin
like braille

Until the day comes
when my body speaks a language
you no longer understand

And that day you will say
I am the girl your mother warned you about

But silly boy,
your mother’s never met a girl like me
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