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Em MacKenzie Jul 29
I put in my time and I paid the price,
I gained the honour to be your personal sacrifice.
I traded my last breath for your new beginning,
it wasn’t the alter I envisioned, but I still consider this winning.

I swear every single word up and down,
it was voluntary; you didn’t need to trap me.
You know I’d crush my structure to resist your frown,
and I’ll give anything to know I played a roll in making you happy.

I spoke the oath now do the deed,
to help your growth you know I’d bleed.
I swapped my last day for the first in your new life,
I apologize for bleeding while suggesting a better way for you to hold the knife.

I demolished my own walls for you to see open doors,
I’ll remain motionless, no need to strap me.
I always promised you that I’d gladly give my life for yours,
it would be worth it knowing I played a part in making you happy.

I reject my last rights and deny my last meal,
I ponder an anaesthetic but choose instead to feel.  
And if you were to offer me a chance to leave and run,
I’d suggest the most dangerous game but I don’t have a gun.

Some would call me a down right fool,
and supportive well wishers would tell me I hold more worth than this.
But to assist in your desired creation; I’d be canvas, supply or tool,
to be responsible for that smile is the only thing that’s priceless.

After it all I’m reduced to dust and bone,
you’ll keep going on and I’m now put to rest.
But you know deep down you’re never alone,
you’ll still carry my heartbeat within your chest.
Your words create vivid imagery
Making the prelude of a conscious mind
Pensive in doubt traveling a circular journey
But, the poem is just an autobiography
Of how I am so lonely
In front of my inner child
The coquettish look on the recluded face
The impression made a coyness
My vivid obsession
Fawn sprawling from the mountain peak
Flying from coruscating fires
Xallan Oct 2018
My sister paints
a heart that is not hers
it is not anyone's
and because she is not a surgeon
and that is not her heart
it stains the canvas: pink
its bitter Feb 2018
Perhaps it was that champagne five-o’clock light slanting through our glass walls,
golden-warm like honey we licked straight from hive

Yes, perhaps it was those low, sun-softened shadows,
that silky honey-light dribbling lazily through our window
glazing my corneas  
blurring my vision
and the lines I drew between us

Our honey-dipped conversation flowed smoothly,
the summer bleached hairs on the back of my neck swayed in tandem to our words
and your fingers
as they worked loose the knots in the sinew
cocooning my spine

Perhaps that is why those words –
so viscous in the twelve o’clock light
that they almost choke me
as I try to regurgitate them –
flowed up my windpipe
Smoothly
as warm honey drips
from the edge of a
butterknife

Or

Perhaps it was the rosé
painted across your cheeks
like sincerity
Or the way those crushed velvet fingertips
painted my cheeks to match yours
and pressed my eyelids
shut

Do not blame me
for the honey pooling at the corners of my lips
for the wine stains on my cheeks

Do not forget it was you
who fed me honey
who intoxicated me with colours of the eight o’clock sunset
who wrapped me in velvet
who bid the sun linger awhile longer
in my sky

Do not forget
the words I said
were words you gave me
Do not blame me
when they spill from the edges of my mouth
Michael Pham Jan 2018
my afflictions are like black satin
wrapped and *******
all over my body
to where i'm unable to move.

it's uncomfortable, yes,
yet makes me feel somewhat
luxurious.
Martin Meek Sep 2017
You gave me what I wanted.
Then you left me in the dark.
You played me for a fool.
But that wasn't the end.
That was only the beginning.
I sat there and watched you.
You play the game of give-and-take.
But now I found somebody new. Someone who won't hurt me like you.
No more you and no more me.
The us we used to be is gone.
My tears have cried their last.
No more pain and sorrow from you.
No more hurt No More cuts.
I have found a new and they love me.
Me for me.
And know one else.
This is my happy ending.
This is my story.
Of my life after you.
I Will Survive.
Because I know better days are to come.
Because I have found thee.
The one who died for me.
I found Jesus just in the nick of time.
He saved me from you.
Saved me from your evil hands.
Saved me from your lustering light.
Satan be gone.
Live me to be please.
This I bege of you.
Because hay.
I once was confused but that's no more. Because I found an everlasting Love.
I found one who means more.
I found Christ a never ending love.
And God has my back.
Now and forever.
Amen.
The end...
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