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 Mar 2013 The8thGuy
JM
"Write what you know."

I want to write about
beautiful things,
but I only know
ugly.
Ugly hearts and stone blood.

Fetid loyalty.

I want to write about a love as pure as honey,
but all I know are the poison-tipped thorns of betrayal.

If I could put the right words
in the right order
at the right time
and explain what it means to lose you,
nobody would care.

I'd like to write about
my happy family,
laugh filled birthdays
and joyous gatherings,
but I only know
fractious,
secretive,
*******.

I want to touch another soul
make a connection with my words
share a part of my self
and help someone in the process,
but all I have been taught is
taking
keeping
lying
hiding
running
ruining.

I would love to write
like Pablo,
of wheat
and bread
and fields that don't weep,

but all I know are
desperate fumblings
in ******,
beer soaked bathrooms,
back alley
drunken
*******
by black
barely passable trannys,
diseases and
barely consensual bloodstains.

I cannot speak of such things.
It's bad enough I think about them,
even worse I write about them.

I write what I know.
I thought I loved once,
But in reality it was lust.
It was that way for many months,
Until one day i saw him with her.

She had hair of gold,
And lips ruby red.
But her heart was oh so cold.
So I left him with her.

They deserved each other.
Both only after one thing.
I know I will recover,
but It will take some time.
 Mar 2013 The8thGuy
Katrina Renee
I value disappointment.

It is real.
It is kind.

It is the one thing that hasn't lied.
It is the one thing that will make you cry.

Sigh.
It will even make you fight.

Why fight?
Why?

Why try?

Jokes are funny, so is truth.
So I guess we'll be here long,
in this bordered booth.

We Talk.
You Gawk.

Little secrets make there way.
The voices make you sway.
Even run away.

Did you hear?
I value disappointment.

(December 2012)
 Mar 2013 The8thGuy
lov es
She says to me, why do you love me?
And I respond in kind,
purposely avoiding the question because really, I don't know.
It's nothing my senses can describe, and my language is no better.
I say I love you, simply because I do.
Am I pretentious?
 Mar 2013 The8thGuy
Eric W
If you, could see you,
through my eyes,
You would never doubt
yourself. No, never.
You would never have
the audacity to say
"I can't" because you,
yes you,
are amazing beyond anything
I have ever known.

If you, could see you,
through my eyes,
You would never be the
same. Not ever.
You would be blinded
by the beauty
that radiates from
within you, from outside
of you. The very essence of beauty
that makes up you.

If you, could see you,
through my eyes,
You would never be sad
again. No, never.
You would know why
I love you.
You would see the grace,
in every little thing
you do, say, and think.
You would see the endless
depth for which my love
for you grows. The never ending
abyss of swirling,
crashing waves of love
I have for you.
You would finally understand
the absolute perfection
of you
if you could see you
through my eyes.

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