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 Apr 2017 Urmila
Haydn Swan
Tears
 Apr 2017 Urmila
Haydn Swan
If I cried you a tear,
would you watch it fall,
would it write your name
in hews of black,
black like my heart since the day I left,
for we destroyed those rocks of old,
where we carved our vows in letters so bold,
such precious things have we let go,
into the realms of the waters so deep,
lost in the tides of the tears I weep,
your heart I hold in these withered hands,
fragile, protected and safe in their grasp,
for you my love I shall forever remain
locked in the sound of this sad refrain.
 Apr 2017 Urmila
dawnie
Untitled
 Apr 2017 Urmila
dawnie
It happened again.

I saw your face on everyone around me,
I stumbled through crowds.

People stared, but I stared back because all I could see was you.
I miss you.

Maybe only when i'm messed up, but it counts.

I got to our place.

And it felt like I couldn't breath,
I screamed and screamed.
If there was anyone around to hear they’d probably,

Call the police...
Hah.
Thats a funny thought.

It felt like I didn’t have enough space,
I put my arms out and I was touching the ends of the world.

I felt your body there.
I ran my hands through the grass
Like I was tracing the outline of your body.

In my mind I kissed you and it was almost like
You were really there.
Whispering sickeningly sweet things.

Sweet things dripping into my open wounds
Filling and suffocating my lungs...
Why couldn’t you have been hateful-
Make it easier for me to go.
Why couldn’t you have been cheating
And I’d been the last one to know.

Why couldn’t you be indifferent
Not caring if I go away.
Why must I see your heart breaking
And want to, but know I can’t stay.  
                  *  ljm
Written many years ago.   Still makes me cry to read it.
 Apr 2017 Urmila
Kelly Rose
Reignite
 Apr 2017 Urmila
Kelly Rose
Moments lost,
Adrift in the sands of time
Regret stains the soul
As unlived dreams linger
Life erodes,
Memories fade to sepia
Worn and disillusioned
The spark of life wanes
She struggles
To reignite
Her lust for life

Kelly Rose
© April 12, 2017
 Apr 2017 Urmila
Kelly Rose
Cento of the Poetry of Gutter Punk

Could you…take me as I am?

Feel the tremble of the parchment
I close my eyes
In the shadows of the Spruce
They weep like the willows
Walk on by as you’ve done before
Into the darkness
As my madness wept in black tears
A bleeding soul, fractured light
I slice the silver from my blade
****, ****, ****, life
And this ******* masquerade
Could you…take me as I am?
Eyes closed wide to the focus
On the sight
In the witching of night
‘Neath the misted sky
Walk with me through the dancing shadows
Could you…take me as I am?
The woe was seeded deep,
Deep in poetry
I tasted your tears
As they dripped and mixed with mine
Could you…take me as I am?
Silent steps through forlorn sands
That even in darkness we can love again
Could you…take me as I am?
Shadows don’t leave, they stay
Never, can you touch what I have
See what I have seen
Could you…take me as I am?

Kelly Rose
© April 12, 2017

This is a collage of brilliant lines from poems of Gutter Punk, whose poetry always touches something deep within me.
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
Acceptance (V)
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
It's not about going back
to the start.

It should be about
pausing,
rewinding
and going back to a point
where things made sense.

It's about understanding
why they mattered then.

And think if they still do.

If acceptance is
securing personal victory
by conceding,

then I accept.
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
Performer
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
He presents what you see
with impeccable finesse.
He hides everything else behind the curtains.
Heavily veiled by his smiles...
Cleverly masked behind his script.

He stands elevated, taking his stage.
From his vantage he sees all.
He allows his facade to bask in the light...
Whilst keeping his back in the shadow.

He's renowned.
By the light that kills the dark.
He's addicted to the nightly ovations,
cascading cheers and gleaming reviews.

But every show has an end.
Come every dawn, he wakes to the reality
that tolls at his door.
He's owned and he knows it...
Too well,
by the stage he built
and the drama he wrote and casted.
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
Moored
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
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•see-
min-
gly tied, moored to this bed•
rust
enc-
rust-
ed, e-
mpty
,beat-
en an-
•                       d un-                       •
•••                       man-                       •••
•••••                    ned•                    •••••
a wreck long forgotten... and ghostly
dead• anchored but afloat,
never touching the
sand




.
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
Indescribable
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
This feeling I can't describe...

It's jarring emptiness
though I'm bloated full.
It's like a puncture,
though there's no stake.
It's overwhelming heaviness,
though there's no load.
Like a scab that won't heal,
though there's no wound.
It's confusion...
though, my mind's a blank.
It's me reaching out,
though there's nothing to tell.

This feeling I can't describe...
A curse to which there are no words.
A burden that I foresee spilling
over several dawns.
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
Cacophony
 Apr 2017 Urmila
ryn
Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.
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