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 Sep 2015 Tryst
Melinda Éva
I gave all that I was to withhold what we created,
but nothing filled that clear glass of ours,
which we both secretly peered through
but ignored what was lingering on the other side
The reddest of wines could not cloud the vessel
to shield our eyes from our sad reality
nor stain it enough to conceal the denial we housed
Water was all that was poured into this goblet,
wishing it was made from precious crystals,
as an effort to cleanse what was
to prevent what inevitably is
I'm not afraid to look through anymore.
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Peanut
How I wish to have such a thing?
To undo the events of the month of spring?
Where we kiss in front of a lake?
As you whisper, "The night is ours to take"

I miss my the good ol'days
Where you twist my hairs by your finger.
Pinch my belly and bite my shoulder
Those sadistic tenderness
The romance we thought was helpless

I wish to confess
My love so endless
I'll try and try
Until the words came directly from your mouth
"Stop it, Please leave me alone, I don't love you anymore"

Until the day comes
I'll be your friend
You partners in crime
I'll text you and even call you
To turn your frown into the brightest of hue
So please,
Another chance
Is all I need
I'm still hoping.. :/
i don't know how to run
so i  crawl

while you keep running

©IGMS
i hope you will stop running
so my knees will stop bleeding
Why die a thousand death everyday
when you've the option to choose the easy way
of dying the one death faster and supreme
slipping into a blissful sleep sans the bother of dream..


Her voice tried to be uttered from mouth horribly agape
but words had sunk too distant to take anymore shape
the horror shadowed her eyes like when death is too close
mocked by his hand's syringe now emptied of overdose!

He smiled to have accomplished for a cause another ****
help a life escape the pain of a grinding mill
by being a stoic missionary out to achieve a goal
decreed by heaven's will to cure a tortured soul.

He would now record his notes on her physical state
the stage had reached terminal death was natural fate
so her people would be convinced to bury her peacefully
and not approach a coroner to perform autopsy.
Harold Shipman (1946-2004), the doctor who murdered more than 200 of his patients.
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Akira Chinen
repeat
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Akira Chinen
We live, love, and die
And then we do it all again
And isn't it just beautiful
In its ugly awful way
How we live, love, and die...
Hey, lets do it all again
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Akira Chinen
When dreams are trapped
  in silence
With no light
With no hope
With no way to sleep
What will become
of death?
When death has nothing
left to live for
No one to care for
No suffering to end
What will become
of love?
When love has nothing
left to die for
No time for desire
No storms to rage
and stir its blood
What will there be
left to dream?
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