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effie ebbtide Jan 2016
@cyber
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punk
headset not
clear enough. can't receive circuitry
rewiring veins back to my
internal mainframe in which two
magnets start to spew out
dystopian propaganda. neon motorcycles
that can turn at any corner
dash through the streets.
concept? oh no
    @end
@
function
Rachel Dyer Dec 2015
Could you give me a sign?
Or better yet, drop a line?
I'm just getting tired of pretending I'm fine.
I'm ready to call you mine.
Instead I'm downing another glass of wine.

You said you felt electricity.
But saying it without giving it reeks of toxicity.
To get the point across I shouldn't need publicity.
All I'm asking from you is a little domesticity.

Just a hand to hold when we walk.
A kind word when we talk.
Arms wrapped around me with a gentle rock.
On occasion make my headboard knock.
And keep my heart on lock.

I've never been much good at this game.
Always fills me with a sense of shame.
Maybe I'm boring or a little tame,
But all I want is a name.
And I just want you to feel the same.
Martin Narrod Nov 2015
tonight i woke up a man
covered in a thin film of
your magical black dust

and then I'm thinking
how long I can breathe in fire,
if I can I touch your face with my face
and we can still be friends

I see the sick with their broken jaws
what if I purposely picked the shortest straw
I can carry heavy things
and see them too, hold this face until my lips turn blue
All of these pachyderms and lies,
is worth this new motet
H L Godden Oct 2015
I walk tall
I am the final piece
Straps and metal
switch the queen
check mate  
I wear the crown
like thorns
hiss of iron
sickly heat
I am the final piece
Closing door
veil is leather
not my mask
but yours
I am the final piece
The chimney
stench of roast
vessel for your volts
I am the final piece
Charred puppet
dancing feat
I am the final piece
I am the final peace
Inspired by "The Book of Daniel" by E. L. Doctorow
Arcassin B Sep 2015
By Arcassin B , wolf , & soul

AB : staring at the lady in the corner wearing make-up,
Selling flowers to earn money
For her son's college fund,
Take three patterns then reverse it,
Bring them back to reality,
The way people maintain jobs nowadays
It isn't fun,
But a..
..it takes a rose to help
Cure the pain of whats to gain and
What you've lost,
To find a way to piece together a suffering flaws,

SS : /////Electric rose
In all your neon splendor
I touch you and remember
No more

I ***** my thumb
Upon your thorn
And in death
I am reborn

I gaze rapt into your night
I am drawn into the light

Rose of Sharon, petals soft Blood red dreams sent aloft

To your power I will yield
'Til I look once more
On heaven's fields,/////

WS : in fields of Elysium await with gentle memories
and flowers of every hue
reaching into forever
from that street corner in modern blight
where a mother's love was the noblest fight
and she would give her all for one
that worthy offspring, her beloved son
tarry ye not, on that dreadful shore
pennies for Charon to ferry Styx
close thy eyes and weep no more
there's nothing that true love may not fix,

SS : /////Electric rose
In all your neon splendor
I touch you and remember
No more

I ***** my thumb
Upon your thorn
And in death
I am reborn

I gaze rapt into your night
I am drawn into the light

Rose of Sharon, petals soft Blood red dreams sent aloft

To your power I will yield
'Til I look once more
On heaven's fields,///////
Collaboration
Akira Aug 2015
Your love was electric baby; I didn't mind the shocks.
e ot May 2015
It doesn't take much.
She hasn't seen him for a year,
or ten months and a day
to be precise.
But when she entered the store
two minutes earlier
and hurried to the aisle with
hygiene items and perfumery,
she hadn't prepared for this.

It doesn't take much
and with something as small as
a single turn of her head
their eyes meet.
It's unfortunate, deplorable and
a wave of electric pain shoots through
her.
Before she has barely seen him see
her
she turns her stare back to the shelves
packed with makeup and shaving cream.
She need not see more of him to know
he looks the same.
That dark, tousled hair.
That soft look in his dark eyes.
That olive skin she used to caress.
That scorpion tattooed on his neck.
The electricity in her chest caused
her heart to jump up in her throat.
She feels sick.
Why does he always do this?
This isn't fair.
She hates him.
And his unexpected kiss last year
means ****
considering his girl and
their newborn daughter.
It's not fair
the way he influences her
when she can't even make him flinch
at the sight of her
the way she does.

It doesn't take much
and in the car
on her way home
she almost doesn't cry.
Charlie Mar 2015
oh my dear, do not keep us separate from the space
do not keep us separate from the love and the lust
you see, your smile is like shocks of electricity
and your laugh is the most beautiful music ever to grace my ears
you beautiful creature, you
we get ****** up all the time, ****** over all the time, come over every night
i just love those eyes
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