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Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Playmates
by Michael R. Burch

WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days
were uncomprehended . . . far, far away . . .
for the temptations and trials we had yet to face
were lost in the shadows of an unventured maze.

Then simple pleasures were easy to find
and if they cost us a little, we didn't mind;
for even a penny in a pocket back then
was one penny too many, a penny to spend.

Then feelings were feelings and love was just love,
not a strange, complex mystery to be understood;
while "sin" and "damnation" meant little to us,
since forbidden cookies were our only lusts!

Then we never worried about what we had,
and we were both sure—what was good, what was bad.
And we sometimes quarreled, but we didn't hate;
we seldom gave thought to the uncertainties of fate.

Hell, we seldom thought about the next day,
when tomorrow seemed hidden—adventures away.
Though sometimes we dreamed of adventures past,
and wondered, at times, why things couldn't last.

Still, we never worried about getting by,
and we didn't know that we were to die . . .
when we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and I was your playmate, and we were boys.

This is probably the poem that "made" me, because my high school English teacher called it "beautiful" and I took that to mean I was surely the Second Coming of Percy Bysshe Shelley! "Playmates" is the second poem I remember writing; I believe I was around 13 or 14 at the time. It was originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: playmates, boys, children, schoolmates, schoolboys, friendship, toys, playthings, fate, destiny, adventures, death, mortality
Bullet Mar 2020
5’s , 10’s , 20’s all belonging to the air        
Moving alive, green presidents
Moving alive, pushing brown caskets
The ground isn’t sliding, but the heat is hitting
Providing the leak printing keeps it clean
Draw it, light it so the copiers’ drain sink doesn’t sit with it in
The inner me has a beam of destiny in pink sour mix ink
Watching the lemonade pour out sweet ****
Declining markets are on the line with the paid growing cuz the business is moving the lemons into lime trees
Bushes be on fire **** that’s where the horse leads b
I don't want to live an inevitable life
Grazing my hand along the borders
Inside the box of my comfort zone
Under perceived superior orders

I was given a voice with wings to fly
Yet, I hover underneath a lid
Of expectation and norms
I used to believe in such a myth

I'm not good enough and never will be
I became susceptible to that truth
But it was only a different opinion
From someone who wasn't my muse

Creative artistic expression
Sparks the fire behind my eyes
A flame that burns at the core of me
With those who try to dim my light

They try to put me out with lies
Until I become ashes and doubts
Be practical and realistic, they say
I asked, is being myself not allowed?

I let those voices get to me
Residing in my heart's cracks
They were the first to break me
From spewing unwanted facts

What is fact and what is fictional?
As though you decide my fate
My dreams only happen inside me
And stayed there as I grabbed the bait

I should want that mundane future
A tried and true pre-written path
In order to support the ones I love
I play a character so miscast

Because to live that kind of life
I neglect what I want the most
To endlessly create, knowing I'm free
Without the limits I grew up to know
we met in a strange moment
now I’m sitting here as a poet

wish I could get to know you better
just enjoy the moment,
as if tomorrow wouldn’t matter

wish you could be mine
but first I will be away for some time

your brown eyes are art
and I hope life won‘t take us apart

just here to tell you that I like you
actually hoping you feel this way, too

man, life is too short
now I‘m sitting at the airport

please don’t forget my touch on your skin
to have met you is a win

we can meet again
just keep me in mind until then

I’ll be back soon
and then, together we will bloom.

- gio, 06.02.2020
hello stranger
I saw you looking at me

eyes opened up wide, 
but what do you hide?

it was just a second.
cute smile. brown skin.
I like your style. you’re just my type.

wanna hang out?
let’s go for dinner, 
we would be cute together, no doubt.
or are you a sinner?

oops… too late..
probably never gonna see you again
what a shame, man.

******* it.
at least to my imagination there’s no limit…

- gio, 18.07.2019
Coleen Mzarriz Mar 2020
You must look back,
all the things in this world will last only for a moment
do you not remember me?
My one and only.

Morie, I know how it feels like
to perish with your own hands,
will you endure for me?
Or will you live for your selfish acts?
Morie, you must remember me.

My eyes were glued by the way
you stroll your naked feet
down that hollow path,
I could not penetrate my emotions
I buried beneath the tenders of this black forest,
your face was glowing  like it was sun-kissed.

Your lips curving into a flawless beam,
it was filtered with the hue of a poached tomato
your fists were of terrified by what it discovers
the smell of your honeycomb fragrance
stuck through my nostrils and your soft brown silk hair
sways into your naked back,
oh, what a sweet body I am yearning to taste.

I am dying to be with you
how I long to run away with you
how I craved of you lying beside me
I am reckless to know,
I am in great remorse.

You were searching around,
your emerald eyes pierce into mine
the way it forced me to meet you somewhere
in another realm where I am no Death, and
you are no Prisoner of the dead.

Until your soft voice let out an awful cry,
Morie, do you not want me?

The distant thump of your footsteps
taking you away from me,
brought me back to my reverie.
Why are you doing this?

You ran as swift as you can
go around in an endless loop
you can't escape me, you can't hide forever.

Morie, how does it feel like
to perish with your own hands?

I am here to bring you back
of your lost memories
of your lost soul wandering
yet you rose from the dead — hid under
the rainbow cloud
the clock spending until the last dime,
traveling hands will decide when it's time.

Memento mori
remember your death,
it was destiny that called
you are to be mine.

Morie, remember me
I am Death, I will go after you
the time ticks now
hide before I catch you.
I couldn't let this piece go to waste. Just hiding at the back of my notes.
Matthew Muink Mar 2020
Entering a
storm about to take down the
ship and the
sailors the
cook the
captain and the
mice and all the
gold
is not as
bad as forgetting
where the
ship with its
staff and the
mice searching for
crumbs in the
gold were
headed in the
first place
Thulani Khumalo Mar 2020
They say how you start a race is how you finish it
Maybe that's why my life is like this
Started of in tears, a blood chilling scream
Covered in filth and maybe even ****
Hips cracked and flesh tore
When I was birthed my race started ofd in pain
Maybe that's why pain clung to me like a bad rash
Cry so I can close my eyes the same way I cried to open them
I sleep and wake up more exhausted
From the torn flesh to a life torn apart
I'm torn apart inside
I light it up till my eyes ******
And turn my nose to Mt Everest to escape
All I ever do is find myself high on the worst low I can be
Ego tripping and mind glitching
Jhene said "baby I was born tired, getting more tired"
I'm tired too gotta keep moving
But I'm tired of being tired
I'm boxing a tough opponent
Round 10 life been getting all his jabs in
I'm all cried out but I can't tap out
So I wait cause my body new but my soul got arthritis
Think this soul thing is broken
OK maybe not broken  but mine ain't working right no more
So go on one more jab is all I need
Put your body into one more jab
I hope you can knock me the **** out
Sometimes pain is all we know
HTR Stevens Mar 2020
"Just one tick to the grave",
Says the heart to the head.
"You must be very brave
As you lay on your bed.
Wait for the end to come
When you have had enough.
Feel not any alarm -
Laugh out loud, call its bluff.
The night will soon be gone -
The sun again will rise.
When the heart feels reborn,
The earth is paradise".
Euphrosyne Mar 2020
Meeting you was fate,
becoming your friend was choice,
but falling in love with you was completely out of my control.
God created men first,
coz you always make
a rough draft before a masterpiece.
You are the light in a dark room
and I am the moth who can't resist it.
Explaining how much I love you
is like explaining how water tastes.
I don't want to be your whole world....
just your favorite part of your daily chapter
I'll love you today because tomorrow may be too late.
Meeting you has been delightfully refreshing!
I thought of something wonderful today.... You!
Meeting you was fate and loving you was by my choice and I don't want to stop what I'm feeling for you Diane.
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