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Aparna Jul 2020
and I was sinking
into the fathomless dark gyres
of his coal-black eyes
those gorgonising eyes,
so mysterious...

For BLT's word of the day challenge:
Lyra Saros Jul 2019
There’s a knife in my hand
And I’m standing stiff in the dressing room like a cat in a rainstorm
Because the lace in the dress smells like my open casket and my mom made me wear it anyway

And I don’t know what I’m waiting for or
Why this room seems so small
But the lights are buzzing
(Or maybe it’s just my head)

And my skin feels like the sound of course papers sliding over each other or the squeak of my breaks in the middle of the intersection
And I know I can try to scream but there’s cotton in my mouth and
I don’t know why I want to anyway

So instead I’ll take this blade and
Carve other people’s names into the glass of the mirror
Because it’s nice to leave scars that don’t belong to me

There’s a knife in my hand
And I’m caught in the gyre that I swear is going to drown me but
When I look around everyone's above water
Richard Grahn May 2017
My fingers started in her hair
And tangled up in her curly locks
So soft and very silky there
I dreamed of things that we could share

Her lips so close
She cooed to me
Into my ear she whispered……….“please”

My hand, it drifted to her face
And touched her cheek
That rosy place

Where tears of laughter once ran free
Her blush of love smiled back at me

I took her nape and held her close
She smiled at me and nudged my nose

Our lips entwined as flesh combined
My heart jumped harder as the kiss got wetter

My hands they roamed about her curves
I could taste the scent
Of her succulent breath

My mind was spinning
As I tore at her dress
My buttons popped
As she exposed my chest

Breast to breast
And cheek to cheek
The castle burned
And the walls came down

We lost ourselves in the whirling gyre
Undulating in a torrid fire

The sands of time beneath our feet
Were swept away in the blinding fray

Our hearts came together
Where two should meet
Our magic together
Is now complete
Stanley Wilkin Nov 2016
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.*


In a time such as this, in darkening days
        Without screeching witches
Frightened banshees, buggered old men
Searching for solace, eyes streaming with icicle-lust-
Gangrene facebook: torn-up, shredded twitter

The cries of the disconnected,

In a time like this, in darkening days,
The disconnections come in waves!

Searching for reason amongst the unreasoning,
Hunting for sanity within the insane,
Identifying the dead from amongst the living.


Email excreting venom
Internet exfoliating lies-politicians wrapped
                         In deceit-
A cold time of it, a wretched time of it.

Only within our hearts does hope lie.
                      Only there
Away from conflict and disorder
From the capricious cacophony of biased debate.


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