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Nothing Much Aug 2015
I collect memories of you
and wear them like a charm bracelet
They delicately dangle and glint in the sun
like tiny wind chimes
You are cast in silver
cold to the touch, yet warm on my wrist
Chain-link ringlets coil closer than your hair
loose clasp, smooth hands
Flawless fractals falling one by one
K Balachandran Jul 2015
Every time she appears,
in the limelight, emerging
from the corners shadows prowl,
in no time she mercilessly steals
all the charm from girls all round
and then every one is compelled
to talk about her in hushed tones.

"Stop this wily moves to steal a march
do you think I am unaware of your tricks?"
in to her ear I would whisper,
as if advocating for others,who lose face,
when we dance face to face, in total abandon.

She would pretend innocence,
look at me as if she was cheated ,
go back to her silent  planning,
for the next theft between deft dance moves,
her disarming style, curtains off her wile.
They envy her as she is a girl with everything
Charisma, confidence and an hour glass figure
Yet really she has nothing.
They think her life is one lived by stars
Hakuna matata, her daily motto
Yet really she's an eagle trapped in a parrots cage.
They know how her parents dote on her
How they give her anything she desires
Yet really  what happens behind closed doors is unknown.
They presume she is a colorful soul
One that radiates happiness and bliss
Yet really she is nothing of the sort......
Appearances can be so painfully deceiving
He can't stand their sobbing
Their howling and their begging
When they realise their time has come
And there's no running from him

They plead for more time
More time to love
More time to repent
More time to forgive
More time to appreciate
And more time to live

They always knew their time would end
But never are they ready to fall
Into the sweet cocoon of his embrace

Some fall gently into his open arms
Whilst others have to be beckoned
By his *deathly charm
If death were a person I imagine this is how he'd feel
Janelle May 2015
WHY
you sure as hell ******* know this is the last word i would like to hear

WHY in the world you did happen
that you would stay late at nights just to be with me until i sleep?

why would you always tell me
that i'm am attractive
and that i am so easy to love
and that the person who would love me be the luckiest man on earth?

why would you want to hear
my voice late in the afternoon and early in the morning,
listen to my cracking voice as i sing?

why would you want to know
how i feel, what i feel, and how i can feel,
why do you want to know what goes on my mind,
the secrets buried in my soul,
the ones i hide and never told anyone else,
the ones i keep for myself?

why would life do this to me?
why did it make sure you had a girlfriend before me?

why did you let me love you?

why are you so charming?
attractive
captivating
and......
alluring?

you make me go crazy

**** why
why
why

for the last ******* time can you please tell me why
I am a dumb girl and I do dumb things. I just fell in love with my best friend. ******* why?
Erali Pisce May 2015
"I wish to engage in many battles of the tongues with you, m'lady."
Cecil Miller May 2015
SATOR
AREPO
TENET
OPERA
ROTAS

Cropsman,
Alpha-Omega is with you, and bids you go forward with a patient but steady momentum.
Keep yourself to the Old Truth.
Your work
Is that of the seasons which are cyclical as the wheels of your sowing and reaping contraptions.
This ancient charm, called the Sator square, was used to ward off bad fortune, and to heal the sick. It has many otber uses. In this piece, I offer my interpretation, an affirmation of the simplistic old faith. It was often used by christians and pagans to heal sick animals like beasts of burdon or domestic pets.
Christian Ek May 2015
They say poets can charm with their words.
That they can create the most romantic verses,
But where do you think our inspiration comes from?
You, so who's really charming who?*
- C.Ek
Pretty little iris
****** white sclera
Despite those tempting lashes
Her lies are getting clearer

Come a little closer
Squeeze a little tighter
She's squinting a little thinner
But her pupils are getting wider

She wants your focus now
Don't trust those golden eyes
It only takes a little peek
To fall for those gorgeous lies
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
you and me,
we though we were in love you see,
you took me,

as my incense was leaving with every step,
and every breath,
and every beat in my chest,

we step inside
your garage became your demise
and you became a beast when you felt deprived

as beast you were,
you made my mind a blur,
and I hate you for this Sir,

Formal terms is all I can give you,
to a man who wanted me just to *****,
you put me through it all just for it to rain blue,

you led me into your garage,
demanded I started to give your **** a massage,
but I didn't engage,

that's when you grab my wrists,
and tried hitting me with your weak fists,
and that's when I didn't wanna exist,

But hitting me wasn't enough,
you sat on me and lifted my dress off thinking you were hot stuff,
and what you saw made me tougher,

You saw my head to toe in the ****,
I laid back while you viewed,
you looking at my body you didn't think would include,
scars that looked liked bad tattoos,

and i cried more and more,
he just asked me what these are supposed to account for,
And i had nothing to say even from everything with before,

he grabbed me in his arms,
and promised me he'd protect me from harm,
like that I fell into his charm,

as he wiped my eyes
he kissed me everywhere with his lies,
everywhere I told myself with my lighter I wanted to die,

this is when he undressed,
when he go to my level last thing I saw of him was his chest,
then he grabbed my *******,
and I felt like he molested me,

but I never stopped him,
throughout he was grim,
and didn't stop till he hit my brim,

and how I though this was okay,
and every day since I pray,
because of how I wish I stayed

so I pray to stay away,
because they can'r pay me enough to go back and decay,
but part of me still loves him and if it were to be that way,
I'd go back and stay,
on some-days,
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
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