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i want you to love me
i want you to heal me with your words
we may not be able to touch
or hear each others voices
but maybe we could still be something
you know?
I lived in a town where Sunny D dreams rested lazily on Mondays.

Nothing is go go go - no - it’s lazy to rise. Lazy to bed. Lazy to meet up with friends at the beach. Lazily chewing on donuts while we listen to songs that lazily leak through the teeth of our radio free censorship both lazily digesting in our sour guts making us lazy in the way we think. Feeding off the television, white noise static permeating the folds of our lazy minds. We now regurgitate headlines at parties lazily arguing, debating, though not a single thought is our own.  We are lazy in the way that we say we’ll accomplish something. Making up little kid dreams for broken promises of “I’ll get to it tomorrow”. But we never do. Never did. Just lazily puff on ***** shards. Our crushed bits of ignorance. Every night. Lazy sods. Working, sleeping, working, smoking, sleeping, working.
The cycle goes on.

In this land where time takes a nap. Where magnolia groves now rest lazily in the space of an old man’s memories.  You see, even time is lazy among salty air humidity that clings to lungs in a wet rag sensation so that we are lazy even in the way that we breathe. That’s why our grandparents tell us all those stories. So that we are not caught up in the lazy way light filters through the leaves of citrine sunsets that mingle into dawn.
Still, we yawn a question “what was I supposed to be doing again?” Here in this land where we all seem to exist in a static myth. Start another lazy day. Lost to IT. The big IT. The ever growing IT. The IT that consumes our lazy days with lazy work and lazy sleep and too much lazy play.

It’s easy here to let go of what this land used to be. Back when gold ships carried Ponce de Leon upon ***’s wings to a place where Highway 19 was no pavement or brick or man made industry but rough and raw and hot
and undiscovered Timucuan territory. We effortlessly lose sight of our own history to lazy daydreaming  
That slow,
of time leaking into tomorrow leaking into tomorrow
leaking into tomorrow leaking into tomorrow
Until your future
   leaks into tomorrow
Until you wake up from this lazy ****.
Until you realize there is nothing left ahead on your lazy path
Until the future has become your present and you are out of
Days to dawdle and to say “I will deal with it tomorrow” before it all
None too slowly
Rather abruptly
Comes to a clashing end.
ronli 3d
Come here,
Climb into my dream
Sway with me awhile
We'll explore
and play
and love

Come here,
Climb into my dream
Stay with me awhile
We'll talk
and grin
and spin

Come here,
Climb into my dream
Prey on me awhile
Let's bind
and entwine
and find

Come here and climb into my dream
Then we'll climb into yours
and stay awhile
Nestled up against you
I speak without a sound.
Whispering a warm love story
across your cold ***** skin.
i want you to hold me
and love me
and take care of me
but life always needs to be in the way
but darling, for you, i would fight until my last breath
it's the truth
why would i love you?
i don't know a lot about you
but the things i do know
fit the type of person i've always wanted to marry
and i'm not exactly saying i want to marry you
but i am saying that you may think i'll run
because of the way your life is
but i'm a very strong person
so hit me
if i ever fall for you
then it will be hard to get rid of me
ask anyone who knows me
they will tell you that exact thing
nothing about you
will make me want to run
and i know we'll only ever be a dream
but i'm just telling you
that if i love you
i will love you forever
and i just had to let it out
katie 5d
in a dream, i felt your touch
the way your hand reached out to me
and brushed my hair out of my face

i interlocked our fingers tightly
as if you could’ve slipped away from me
at any given moment in time

just like we do when we’re awake,
we touch with our hands
to make the other aware of our presence

as we gaze at one another,
i sense the company of unspoken words
as if you can see right through me

could you be the one i’ve been looking for?
i think time and time again,
that this could be something more
thank you for existing
yellow soul Oct 7
I meet her an autumn evening
It was cold outside, but she didn’t care
She took my hand and dragged me away
from the party, the people, the noise
she said that it was a perfect night
a perfect night for us to meet
cause the sky was cloudless
and the moonlight wasn’t bright enough
to steal the beauty of her favorite thing
the lonely yet perfect stars
she said she was like the stars
easy to admire, beautiful and unique
but dangerous to come close to
that she could destroy everything
but I wouldn’t believe her words
it was like they became
a brisk breeze that cold night
her ocean blue eyes lit up in the moonlight
and her long blond hair
where full of crunchy leaf’s
her nails were long and painted
with dark brown nail polish
and her coat was nowhere near
she laughed at me
when I panicked and said a ****** joke
and she kissed me on the lips
when we saw a star shouting
glide effortlessly across the dark blue sky
I closed my eyes for second or two
And when I opened them again
she was gone
the only thing i can think is
"am i dreaming?"
your lips on mine
your hands on my hips
the look in your eyes
you holding my hand
holding me close
wearing your sweatshirt that's too big for me
you saying i look lovely
your hands trailing down down down
and lighting a passionate fire inside of me
this can't be real
Mona Oct 3
Another desperate and dark night
You cradle your pain and resign
Trade hope and joy for this pain
Guilt dances with regret

You took a dive into the magic glass
The space of nothing that numbs
There she was all laughter and dance
Strobe light to your lost soul

As you reach to hold her in your arms
Like a breeze she slips till morning comes
Running the track of your mind
The wild woman captured your heart
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