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 Jan 2017 Tark Wain
Alexander Coy
There are times when I'm afraid
to ask you questions I know the answers to;
afraid of the night rearing
it's heavy ***** as though it
were something I needed
not something I begged
for when I was at my lowest

(and would soon regret after)

There are days when you're
sound asleep; like a balloon
living on borrowed
oxygen

Laying on your side
your eyes flicker
on and off;

taking in the AM
particles, eyelashes
that sweep dreams
back and forth

back and forth
until the dusk
smothers you in
promising scenes

There are times when I am
grateful I get to hear your
voice at the end of the razor-wire

and wonder, (because
wondering brings me
back to a childlike
presence)

if it's really you
that I love and appreciate,

or if it's just a dream
that continues to blanket
me in it's infinite ardor.
 Jan 2017 Tark Wain
JP
Love
 Jan 2017 Tark Wain
JP
She
never express
her love in
gesture or words
But
can hear
a humming of care
when she stand nearby...,,
 Jan 2017 Tark Wain
wordvango
in mind's breast of innocence
truth had a rest
a brief respite
from questioning
a picnic of mind
a piece of chicken wing
potato salad
washed it all down with
a glass of red wine
wiped his chin
with a red and white
checkered napkin
sat cross legged on the lawn
favoring his  eye
to his company fair and smiling
and saw not the flickering
fire over that hill or dale
the war raging
in the rest of society
 Sep 2016 Tark Wain
mikecccc
Dice
 Sep 2016 Tark Wain
mikecccc
Thrown
with a prayer
the numbers will decide
how the night will end
will a rabbits foot help?
 Sep 2016 Tark Wain
Poetlefemme
Feel the blood rushing into and out of your body
While you cling on to a reality that has become obselete
To a place where only harm can come to those you love and yourself.
Like you are being skull-****** to death by your best friend.

What would that do to someone like you?
Would you imagine it to bring pleasure of some kind?  
Like a rat trapped in a cage, barely nibbling pieces of cheese in the corner.
While eyes bulging, awaiting the next attack.

Struck by lightening of another kind altogether
The kind that leaves scars and are misinterpreted as happiness
Just more side-tracking and never completely changing
Into who I want to be.
Who I really am.
Sometimes I'm so lonely and other times so suffocated.
 Sep 2016 Tark Wain
Sally A Bayan
You were seated on the loveseat,
yet beside you, i couldn't be
made me feel...i, alone, would face eternity,
between us, lay an immeasurable spread...
your distance, was something hard to invade,
some kind of steel.....unthinkable to pierce
but, i broke  your wall...fractured your fears
rose from my square pillows
defied my rules, my fears
fought your dominant shadows

I pushed you to the edge...i did leave you in rage,
ignored your dagger looks,
to give way to change

it took a while.......i thought long....what if........
......................................................­.......

so...i brought in soft buttered Spanish bread
thought i'd chill your rage, with fresh, iced lemonade
while you drank, i squeezed your hand,
teased you with a glance
a tickle here and there
til you grabbed my hand

ahh...i love your controlled smile...
from challenging moments...you and i rise
i'd say......we're worth every daring effort exerted,

Us two, on the loveseat,
side by side,
sitting comforted.





Sally


Copyright May 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***another feel-good write.***
 Sep 2016 Tark Wain
Erin
Lover you asked me,
"How.... how much do you love me?"
Well, I would give every breath left in my body, just to make you happy
Self sacrifice
That's how much I love you
 Sep 2016 Tark Wain
Gareth
A New Day
 Sep 2016 Tark Wain
Gareth
Darkness lifts
Drunken haze seeps away.

The waking birds sing their morning praise as the warmth of the sun bathes my cheeks..

I wake from the nightmare that has haunted me for many a year.

I can only express a deep gratitude for your soft touch and gentle nudge towards a life worth living ..

Each day dawns with a passion  for life.
A sense of purpose and being .

I once forgot who I truly was
But your soft whispers have ignited a fire and a desire to be free of the shackles that were drowning me
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