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Elizabeth Zenk Aug 2018
An off-kilter picnic table,
Bringing out the memories all of us had.
Laughing about her,
Joking about them,
And avoiding him.
The only mention of us out of my ear’s reach.
Even though we sway and prance around his seemingly elusive name
I'm still overwhelmed with sweet happiness.
At least we still have the memories.
At least
hazem al jaber Feb 2017

its just a feelings increases more...

words came within a wound happily feelings..

feelings appeared to touch your heart...

a heart been captured since my eyes saw you...

its a feelings that i always wanted...

feelings wished to share you...

share you and give a happiness through....

feelings increases deeply however a memories comes...

memories which lives so deep inside...

never get out from this chest...

my chest which contains the heart...

this heart which belongs always to you...

a heart that never ever felt a happiness...

only when it met yours...

a heart which is wounding now...

wounding because of a longing...

wounding because of a farness...

because of a love that living inside...

lives alone lonely right now...

By hazem al jaber ...
Terry Collett May 2016
Remember that time
we came home
from drinking
at that party

and I was pretty
much sloshed?
she said
and we staggered

along that roadway
and I began singing
that love song
and you joined in

and we were like
a pair of unsober
Sinatra and Ella?
I nodded my head

lying on our bed
waiting for her
to undress
and we had just left

that friend of yours
that one who kept
touching my ***
and you just laughed

and said he was just
being friendly
and whose face
I slapped and you

made it up to him
saying it was that
kind of week?
sure I remember

I said
scratching my thigh
and as we got to that
junction going off

into town and down
to this place
and I felt the sudden
need to ***

and you said
go do it in that porch
and I said what if
someone sees

and you said
I'll tell them you
were trying it
out for size?

Sure I do
I said
as you stood there
**** naked gazing

at yourself in
the tall-boy mirror
but I didn't I held it in
and walked that

funny walk
with my hands
pushed between my legs
and you said

think of a desert
and no water
and I ran the last few
feet in the door

and just made it in time
and you came in
and shut the door
but I hadn't

I'd peed on the floor?
Yes I recall
I said
but I didn't at all.
GGA May 2015
When recalling those hot still afternoons;
real life among the swarming millions.
Alongside her on the teaming sidewalks;
oh, my heart would beat a little faster.
Tiffany Norman Oct 2014
Moths float out from behind
an opened, warped door.
I push my face into your clothes,
hung heavy like pearls
in an antique shop.
Stale and familiar,
the scent follows me
like a lost little bee.
It buzzes even after I leave.

Hopscotch down the hallway
to find dead crickets
in the bathtub.
Scuffed wallpaper camouflages
a cobweb. Metallic vines
curve around bursts of petals.
I’m certain you chose this pattern,
but I don't know.

Memories are few.
I fill in the holes with honey
and arrowheads.
Indian feathers and
an old brooch.
Piles of pie.
Did you love to bake pie?

Games of bridge
on that old, scratched table top
with a musty deck of Bicycle cards.
Each deck a photo album
of your face.

Your raisined face.
I remember holding it in my hands.
“This aint a walk for old womans.”
And out the door I go.
Empty handed and independent.
Leah Jun 2014
"Little things matter.",
but why is it that
you never replied me back every night
you never recalled the night we hung out
for the first time
you never rang me first
you never said goodbye to me
on the night you left me alone

I'm not even a little thing
for you, but in my mind
you were the little thing
that everyone is so reluctant to say.
just saying or maybe i'm such a terrible writer after all.

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