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Noor Dec 2014
Come in, come in, what can I get you? Would you try strawberry tea with a dash of whisky, excuse my behaviour I haven't been sleeping so well, I'm waiting you see! He told me he'd be back so soon, to sit by the window and count changes of the moon, to kiss him for each one when he steps in and to not tire myself from working like I do when I'm stressed - my love, forgive my appearance I should have been dressed, but I'm waiting you see! And I can't exert myself, he said to nurture my soft hands, my delicate fingers like they are our children and to touch him with them, and he'll touch my-
Oh yes, the tea!
Strawberries are so beautiful, hmm? Like roses in the sun and blood when it's fresh, when he cut me with that mesh around that house plant in the corner and called it a metaphor for our love, that night he'd told me he'd had enough and I cried and it woke him, it shook him, it spoke to him, it took him - he told me he's sorry and he'll be back don't I worry, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him and I did and I do and I-
Goodness I babble so much, you must stop me if I bore you! Oh, the night is still young, stay my dear, please my dear,
Alright, if you must
But will you be back soon?
I'll wait,
I
K603 Jul 2014
I can smell you in my sheets
every move or motion
another wave another waft.
Gone from my bed for the day,
slowly works its way out to return to fresh sheets.
Decaying away till its gone,
only for a few hours 13? 15?
The next morning it will all be the same
WickedHope Dec 2014
The spring breeze blew
The summer haze heated
The fall leaves left
The winter frost froze

The summer haze heated
Lost fish tried to swim
The winter frost froze
Weary travelers turned to dust

Lost fish tried to swim
Fog retreated into itself
Weary travelers turned to dust
Time stopped counting

The spring breeze blew
Fog retreated into itself
Time stopped counting
The fall leaves left
Kane Dec 2014
Glimmering specks so near yet far.
Eternal lights of oblique mortality.
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground.
Maintained grasp of reality.

Gone for a millennia,
not missed till now.
Longer time for the telegram
than a cosmic curtsy, intergalactic bow.

What once would guide to freedom,
has been freed of its slavery.
What always seemed to be,
is gone for eternity.

Never miss what was already gone,
until it’s gone forever.
A supernova realization of one’s mortality,
False Bravado to sever.
Phil B Dec 2014
I walked among a garden green,
well paved and split by beams
of fence posts new and densely lacquered,
This garden that man has gently shattered.

Far in I found small office blocks,
amid the green were charging docks,
and soon did I sit down and sigh
at tender faces -- eager for wi-fi.

The fauna made for a lovely sight
as joggers came and passed it by,
their music playing on phones strapped tight,
the moment was waste and so I cry,
For what life did lose to technology.
Composed in a city park.
Compromise and decay are difficult things to digest. Striking like gravity on the spine, slow and sure. They are as inevitable as my need to avoid them. All the lust, passion, and greed I wish to swim in for an eternity dies with the same cancer that eats my body away. The maggots, flies, desperation, and despair, all attack me simultaneously and with an unstoppable desire to thrive on my remains.

They are relentless and I am not.

Make like a good boy and lie down, ready to decompose with acceptance and grace. I'll place a bag on my head for decency and my wallet on my chest for convenient identification. Perhaps some intelligent future civilization of the cockroach's descendants would like to know about my sad demise. I know the humans won't.

"Misguided", they will say. "Not enough Jesus in his soul to beat back the demons", will say the child ******* priests. Spit on by a hundred million naysayers, in between their ******* and repenting. Given billions of one star reviews because zero stars isn't an option. Oh , I miss the the maggots, the flies, the devastation, and the despair. They were my enemies, and now my only friends.
Poetic T Nov 2014
The dead see darkness only
"Darkness"
Decomposing teeth taste stale air
Acrid,
Rotten,
Pungent
Odours of parts decayed
The dead never die
They are inanimate, like a ornament
Still,
Frozen,
Angelic
Peace forever frozen on their face
They sleep on a bed of maggots
Digesting them over time,
The screams never heard
But they reverberate through
Oak,
Earth,
Grass
Above saturated with their terror
Slowly dies,
The eyes closed shut,
Darkness is the keep sake,
That hides the horror in there still formed
eyes, but everything decays over time
Flesh,
Muscle,
Brain
Turns to dust, that which was there,
Still lives on in a vacant skull
The horror lives on energy
Of life, trapped in
A void,
A prison,
With no bars, never to be free
The dead don't die, the torture in death lives on inside..
Pride Ed Nov 2014
Fat and swollen like a pearl;
translucent, and engorged on
blood, you hung there in
my curtains until I pulled them
down. You hit with such force,
like a rock tumbling down a
black mountain, or a comet
falling out of a web of stars!
You looked like varicose veins
throbbing on the surface of an
egg loosely wrapped in molded
tissue paper, or cloth-hairs stuck
to a family heirloom. So I
left you there until you
collapsed in yourself like a
dying star, or the soft spot of
a newborn’s head frosted over
by gossamer silk that dug
its pale-white hands
in the wood-rot.
DSD Oct 2013
The wind blows in a restive frenzy,
But knows not which way to go.

Dead leaves caper ecstatically
In the hope of reanimation.

The lascivious earth wears petrichor;
Craving for his touch.

Her paramour with a tumultuous roar,
Seems invincible in his virility.

The grim atmosphere lights intermittently
As the sparks of their passionate paroxysm burst through.

The ******* tryst leaves him exhausted.
Satiating her voracity was an arduous feat.

What once seemed invincible now floats decrepit;
Oblivious to the agents of his decay.
Sydney Victoria Nov 2014
The
       Flower
                    Blooms
                                  Before
                                                It
                                                     Dies.
                                             *
The
                                     Tear
                            Falls
                Before
           It
Dries.
So, How Has Everyone Been?
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