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For a moment
My skin fell off of my bones
And the
Warm water clutched by
Your fingertips flickering
Across my form
They send people
To rivers to wash
Away their sins
You sent me to the river
And accidentally
let a little piece
of me in
Locked away

But bare to my bones
For just a moment
It seemed that you're
All I would ever know.
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
Helen
They sit so silently upon a perch
Watching, waiting for our demise
Cackling with insatiable mirth
Those phantoms on the rise

They wait for us to be broken
Crashing upon a jagged shore
Whispering words left unspoken
Collecting bones for evermore

They disdain the truly fleshy parts
They have no use for real
They pick and pluck for the heart
Believing it can heal

Except it's just another dead *****
Dripping blood and spilling lies
Reality is truly distorted
to the Phantoms on the Rise
sharp splinters never seen

grow in forests few and far between

for those not inclined to listening


if i were you

and you were me

we would know immediately


revel in the disparity

rather than

meddle in the revelry
disconnect melded with malcontent

strewed through common intents

durable perishables

in spite of unmentionables

see if they care

to see if you care

if nothing else

at least you know the least

of the beast

in the shadow

of the teeth

the worst is seen

and never felt

and if it was

would you know it

when it happened?
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
K R W
***** burns my throat but your name hurts my head
So I would rather black out with a hangover than stare blankly at my hands
Trying to forget what it was like to touch you
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
WNG
When the mirror shatters,
What you reflect to society,
No longer matters,
Because the construction one,
Has built upon themselves,  
Is now on the floor,
Cracked into pieces of shattered fragments,
And now what you were then is now no more,
Now the only piece you have left,
Is the peace in your soul.
I  UNDERSTAND  NOTHING  AND  NOR  DO  YOU,
YOU  DO  NOT  KNOW  WHERE  YOU  CAME  FROM,
WHO  MADE  GOD  AND  EVEN  IF  THERE  IS  ONE,
YOU  DO  NOT  KNOW  WHAT  HAPPENS  AFTER  DEATH,
AND  NEVER  WILL  UNTIL  YOUR  LAST  BREATH,
EVEN  THEN  YOU  MAY  NEVER  KNOW,  WHY
THE  STARS  ARE  IN  THE  SKY - NO  MATTER
HOW  HARD  YOU  TRY;  I  DO  KNOW  THAT  I  AM
FALLIBLE - A  PRODUCT  OF  IMPERFECTION,
HOWEVER,  IT  MAY  BE  USEFUL  IF  MY  MEMORY
FAILS  TO  REMEMBER  YOU - MY  HEARING  AID
IS  TURNED  OFF  BUT  THE  CARD  MAY  BE  STORED  
FOREVER - I'M  HUMAN  AFTER  ALL,  COMPASSION
IS  WITHIN  MY  SOUL - NOT  KNOWING  MAKES  ME  WHOLE.
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
Mikoarenas
I've tried to stop writing
Its full of feelings and vulnerability
Two things I no longer want to show

I tend to not show my feelings until I trick my mind into thinking I never had any
Feelings make me weak and I've grown tired of feeling weak so I'm going to stop showing them

If being tired is just another form of weakness I guess I'll open up myself once more just to finish this poem
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
r
Lucy kissed a jawbone
bye beneath a diamond sky

2.8 million years
and a gazillion tears ago

That's a lot of sorrow

for a man
kinda like me.

http://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/mar/04/jaw-bone-discovery-in-ethiopia-is-oldest-ever-human-lineage-remai­ns
Thanks, Creek.
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