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Alan S Bailey Mar 2015
I am the lamp, I am this lighting, using up electricity
I am the wall, I am this part of your expensive home
I am the car, I ride too and from, to work and fun
I am the computer, I addict you and take up your time
I am the heater, I warm you and keep you from sickness
I am the stove, I cook your food and boil your water
I am the fridge, I protect your food and liquids from spoiling
INSTANTLY

And you are my slave, you will do what I say in return,
Anything and everything, now that you have these things,
You can never be alone, never have a day off, never be free,
Never have enough time to rest or stay at home with family,
*EVER AGAIN.
Sophie Hartl Mar 2015
sluggishly whispering hints
hoping you would notice
instead obliviously ignoring the obvious

a vial with a drop of truth
an ocean with a spill of lies
but blaming you for being blind

watching you watch her
feathers in your eyes welcomed me
truthfully really allured her

instead i blamed you for my mistakes
but knew i was suppressing a bittersweet reality
truthfully only wanting all i couldnt
:)
F White Mar 2015
vines on the stone
And you are Here
staring into future mirrors
and pebbles on the path
pass and scatter

grooves run through the sand
and under your feet they
are soft.

so choose now, Fierce One. and
hold yourself aloft.
copyright fhw, 2015
Molly Feb 2015
Sustenance for my frail body
contained in gel-coated pills
split into thirds,
one for morning,
one for night,
one to slip beneath my tongue.

A glass of water
–or milk, with breakfast–
rumbles through my throat,
resists peristalsis,
hits stomach.

The heater clicks on
as the thermostat flashes 68 degrees,
then shuts off at night,
replaced by
one sheet,
one throw blanket,
one quilt.

Your hand, inches from
my fingertips,
not yet near enough
for electricity to jump between,
will go unacknowledged;
one feeble attempt at loving within my means.
kennedy Feb 2015
Three days was all it took
You got under my skin
I'm not sure if it was
The way your hands wrapped
Around my neck
Or the way your lips melted into mine
I hope I got under yours
When my fingernails slid down your back
Telling our story in red lines
It's never felt so good to hurt
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Statement:
I love her.

Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.

She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...

I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..

I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.

But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.

It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..

I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...
But does she not want to change me too?

My HP Poem #763
©Atul Kaushal
EJ Aghassi Jan 2015
I'm as important as necessary
as important as I let myself be
but necessary isn't necessarily
the right way to go about wanting

cool noon breeze, sweet scent that stings
a cushioned step for hardened feet
whereas the place heart & mind meet
i've long loitered that corner on the streets

senses that sting and a mind that sings
in madness, sadness, delusions and things
adhering to horrid truth in meaning
abstaining from animalistic need

though greed feeds on what it needs
in between the solid blurred lines it reads
that time is a vision pain is a choice
there's grace in sorrow & reason yet to rejoice

i sit now in stillness and wanting and need
love as a shadow to mask my greed
tormented by want, of things far away
still I long for virtue and truth in the day
expunging the negativity

it's a process
PrttyBrd Jan 2015
I waste too much time
Thinking about you
Talking to you
Sleeping with you
I waste too much time
With you in my dreams
With you in my heart
Sharing a soul with you
They say time is wasted
When one isn't being productive
When there are things that need doing
So, I waste too much time
Sharing moments lost in love
Consumed with your essence
With what ifs and what could be
I linger in the most peaceful of places
Yes, I waste too much time
Being happy with you
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Olga Valerevna Jan 2015
tooth and nail I fought for you in every way I could
Despite the empty feeling that I never understood
I am not really seeking any more than all of you
Though all of us collectively are either one of two
Allow the range of colours to distort what you have seen
And watch yourself forget the people holding onto dreams
If you are not a sleeper then you've woken up in haste
Perhaps there is a reason you accept yourself this way
But even if there isn't and you're living just to breathe
Then I suggest you slumber, give your body what it needs
rest your body, rest your mind, we are running out of time
CommonStory Dec 2014
Fated temptress

The sway of your head in. The back and forth motion

Something that almost seems to be a talent

Commoner and empress

Eyes as deep as the ocean

Treading so gallant

The muse with a motive for *****

Just the simple ****

What she will do to follow

The sexually Venus

Every eyebrow to pluck

The **** to the swallow

Valiant bottled frame

With no good intentions

To be torn between woman and *****

She has her needs

And needs her wants

She won't stop

The devious ****
©  copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald
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