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JAC Jul 2018
I said It's just so easy
what is, what's so easy you asked
the words slipping from tired lips

we lay in pitch black
your back to my chest
our eyes not adjusted

being comfortable with you I said
you laughed, the best sound I know
no it isn't you said

we could see silhouettes now
each of us tangled in the other's
breathing in tandem

who made you the expert on me I asked
you did, silly you whispered
and I understood.
Still working on dialogue poems.
Maria Etre Jul 2018
SometimesIwonderhowIsoundlikewhenItalktoyou,thenithitmelikea
rush­ingtrain.Itisexactlylikehowyouarereadingthis.Becauseallyoudo
when­youarearoundistakemybreathaway.
Kerning is the spacing between a pair of letters
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
I’m coming home


Been gone so long now, I don’t remember the day I set off.
This flying visit became a journey and I’m sorry that it took so long.
Our only conversations have been by phone and video.
I hope your love for me is still burning bright when I do arrive home.


If you became lonely, like I did while I was away,
I hope you stayed true like I did;
Ignoring all the interest that came your way.
I believe in you; I hope you kept the faith in me too.
My belief in us is the only thing that helped me to get through,
To the other side of what seemed like forever.
It seems so long since we last kissed.
You give me a place to long to come back to,
When you tell me I am missed.


You have always been there for me, even when I had to leave.
I would have liked to have stayed there with you,
But we don’t always get what we need.
Life is not always in our hands;
Sometimes we have to go so we can return.
The light of our love has never gone out;
My passion for you still burns.


I’m coming home to be with you soon.
Look out for me in the red light of dusk.
I’m letting you know that your love is a harpoon;
You shoot your love into my heart and pull me back to you.
I will be there soon…
I’m coming home to you.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
A Simillacrum Jul 2018
I have a heart
to tell to you
I brace my mind
and begin
I open up to
your mercy
I hold a gaze
into your eyes

All that you have to say is,
"But. . ."
Or, respond with,
"I. . ."

Are you at all
interested
in a life but
yours?

I've met many modern
women and men
Sure as death it
seems you would
rather not share so
much as eagerly compete

Your words and terms
usher in necrosis
I am empathetic
to your plight, but
I have to give it back
and confidently ask,

"Is
this
friend

ship?"

"Is
this
friend

ship
to
me?"

I wish to give of all my self
to those that listen well
as I've been listening in for all my life
and I know your deepest prosperity
is yours to find and not mine,

so

I
will
leave
it up
to you
instead.

Blessing
and
boon

Blessing
and
boon
To the friends I've never met.
It's important to me that I tell you, I've found that expectation
is not the same as setting standards and you're allowed
to distance yourself for health when you can't get through
to a person who wants to be around you.

There is a gentle way to let them down.
Don't make it all about their actions.
Be brave enough to explain how you feel.
If you see their eyes alight and soft.
You will know the love is good and real.

If not. . .

<3<3<3
Laura Jul 2018
How do you tell someone
That you've got your own blood on your hands?
That you still haven't cleaned the knife that ran across your thighs?
That you can't even cry because you're ******* cried out?
That your legs are bright red
And each cut is still clearly identifiable?
That you want a ******* hug but the blade is the only thing offering comfort?
That you know it's wrong but you still did it?
That your blood is still there
Four hours later,
Because if you move you'll just cut again?
How do you tell someone all of that?
How do you tell someone that,
Without scaring them away?
How do you tell someone that,
And still have them love you?
Maggie Morris Jun 2018
the "adults" are talking.
they whisper.
do they whisper about me?

why do they feel they must talk in hushed tones,
like waves afraid to meet the shore.

don't they remember what it's like,
to be young,
to be fresh,
to be fun.

they act like another species,
but why are they afraid of their own?

we are not foreigners.

curiosity builds bridges.
fear burns them.
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