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Martin Narrod Apr 2014
My body steeps in this hot sarcophagus,
Coated in fake butter topping.

I watch trollops quaffing hoppy-scotch,
Flipping wristwatches for moves to jump rope two-and-two.

Like when I was 10, and I saw this ***** white trash can of a man,
Fly out of a grocery store with a 40oz like he was Peter Pan.

But I knew deep down, in my swashbuckling soul of souls,
That Peter Pan got Wendy by being a gentleman.

So this fever, that has my mobile phone not shaking in my pocket,
I keep staring at every five seconds for you to call.

Is just another moment in my life to cherish, because if we should be married, And I want to talk. I'll just need to walk down the hall.
In that moment it clicks.
I know exactly what to do.
Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

In that moment time stops,
For about an hour we are endless.
She looks up at me and smiles.

In that moment I melt.
Her hair is everywhere
There is sweat on her brow.

In that moment we don’t care.
We are each other .
We are happy.
KA Apr 2014
AS I plod along the sun drenched  path, the light playing off my mind.
my day moving away from me.
the cross and the crazy left behind too.
a lot to share over rocks and water.
perfection in living, moving, feeling, being one with the world.
in the moment, the perfect moment.
all that mattered.


KT April 1, 2014
Dak Apr 2014
Bound by an idea,
twisted into fate.
I'm giving in.

You reached
for my hand,
and instead grabbed my heart.

Those smiling blue eyes
searched through my spirit,
and I'm sure they found what I was trying to hide.

It was just a moment,
a passing
a never before and never again.

and yet here I sit dreaming,
wishing,
and falling.

I can write an epic
with your thoughts
in my hand.

and you'll find in your own
an emotion
unrequited.

but I've given to you
all that one can give,
in a lingering dream.

take me with you.
wherever you're going.
mars Mar 2014
to my mother who never cared

i.  Thank you for becoming the woman
    you promised that you would never
    become.
ii. I never got all my stuff back, and
    I'm starting to lose myself in the
    stuffed animals and photographs
iii. i don't need you
    i don't need you
    i don't need you
iv. dad still cries and so do i but
     it's alright you never loved
     either of us anyways.
v.  thanks for forgetting my birthday
     and Christmas
     and that you gave birth to me
vi. i don't need you
     i don't need you
     i don't need you


     I don't need you.
Nickols Jan 2014
Time is just a concept, a moment with a name.
Something in-which can never be evaded.

A freedom, lost in the concept,
bound to a ticking clock.

We want to forget.
Just for now.

Begone.
in
our
swirling
vortex.

Take me back to the day,
that moment with a name.
A time: where I was meant to be.
My thoughts clouded with sage.
A haze pushing me side-ways.
My black memory's.

Time is just a concept,

in-which we can never repair.

No going back-ways,
all will have to remain.

No-one to blame,
the fates will withhold.
And nothing will ever be foretold...
© Victoria

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