Don't look at me
with those hypnotic eyes
forcing me to fall weak

Don't speak to me
with that entrancing voice
that portrays lies, spells that lures me to you

Don't hold me
with that enchanted touch
that keeps me spellbound

Don't kiss me at night
with the moon bright outside
as it gives you power and temptation

Don't try
for I know the truth
I know what you are

His "love" is compared to a witch casting a spell that forces her to love him back
Shelley-May Jun 14

If I were to be a believer
I would believe not only in god
But in the devil
And believe me when I say,
I would choose the latter.
Pray, that I do not believe.

Michael Hill Jun 10

Calling life
To pull me out
Gutter trash
I have been drowned

Difficulties are my pain
Sucking force from with in
Pulling strings forcing me
keeping still downing gin

I don't know why or how
no one sees whats this is all about
Struggling sealed off
Out of time everything and god has shut me out

took me a half hour of thinking to come up with this

It is HER
The one I love
You I lust
The one that knows me
You barely scratch the surface!
The one who owns my heart
You only fuck the body
You are a pillar
She is the foundation!
You are the present
She is the past
I love you
I will always love her more
My tears and sadness are not for you
It is only for her
She was - is - my soulmate and until I meet her in death
I shall only live
Not for you
All for her!

While asleep, even my dreams are not of you!

Her lips are crimson, her skin fair and smooth, her voice melodious and tempting

The Siren who visits me when I'm in the realm of Somnus
I pour all my tenderness into each kiss and touch, and though I kiss you longer and hold you tighter, it's an alien feeling
As if I am a ghost

It is her I see everywhere I go
It is her I only think about
It is her I only feel to love

However, she has long since passed this Earthly realm and though I'm committed to you and our children, she always haunts my heart
In my mind's eye, she is still here with me - alive
We have a life together - a family
Our children are happy and healthy

You found me at my lowest
At a time when I thought that I could never enjoy happiness - or life - ever again
And though we share a life together - a family complete with children
I will always be stuck in the past; it is where my heart truly lies and where my good memories are stored

If this is hell, I don't want to know what heaven is!

The tragedy and pain of losing a first love and forced to move on
Temporal Fugue Dec 2016

Colliding in silence, bending, breaking in the rush
Bumper to bumper, riding, suffocating in the crush

Some lines go on for miles, a highway of broken bits
On the shoulder find the piles, toll, of my fractured wits

Wreckage a dark reminder, of the path from there to here
No fees for the finder, never any words or thoughts that clear

Backed up and out of memory, so easy to discard
Emptying my armory, a muting of, my muse and bard

OMG everything I put together seems like a factory stamp, ick...
This too, shall pass, I hope...
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Erika Castaldo Nov 2016

Right in the middle of the busiest area of the Poconos, the group of condos sit in a large circle. The sky is dark, for it has been hidden from all possible sunlight by the many awnings and porches that join the different housing units. On one side of the condos the neon lights from the bar next door shine through the children’s windows, but the more occupied side the parking lot is lined with fast food restaurants- clumped together and riotous with large families that frequent them, juggling their small children and many diaper bags; and noisy cars speeding past with loud engines, pungent, murky exhaust spewing out of the back and police sirens constantly blaring down the street. In the parking lot encircled by the condos the tenant kids run around full of light yet somehow full of darkness at the same time. The older kids come out of the small houses to sit on the sidewalk in the evening, and the cracked sidewalks are covered with the faded chalk drawings left there by the youngsters earlier in the day, and with the sheets of crumbled up paper containing poetry no one would ever read, and with the old needles and discarded blunts of their parents who had left them there over the course of the day.

There is one unit in particular, a unit with a broken door from the many men who had tried to force their way in, a unit with holes in every wall that were put there by flying fists and thrown objects that had missed their true target- the oldest daughter. In front of the many holes in the their smiles are fake and their hugs are forced.

Q Oct 2016

vacant stares
apathetic touch
forced thrust
empty lust


s.q.


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I've never been less loved.
Richard Sebald Sep 2016

Tora! Tora!
Find me where the grass grows
Under the tree,
The One,
Of chestnuts,
and Mistletoe Bushes,
so I may love you
face to face.

I was told to make a love poem, didn't say it had to be long or make any sense to the current season.
Pardeep Sep 2016

sometimes
i wonder
if i'm dreaming, so
i pinch myself,
but
you're always
still there with me,
holding me afloat.
even then,
i can't help but fear:
what if
we're forced apart
and
i drown?

sometimes a life preserver isn't enough to float ashore.
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