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 Jun 2013 Vish
A Thomas Hawkins
The unanswered phone calls,
the unopened mail,
the half pack of cigarettes,
all witnessed the tale.

The half eaten sandwich,
the fully drunk scotch,
the out of date calendar,
the unticking watch.

The smell of stale sweat,
and the stains on the sheet.
The small empty bottle,
the drug store receipt.

This is the story,
of the unshaven guy,
alone in the bedroom,
escaping the lie.
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 Jun 2013 Vish
A Thomas Hawkins
Lots of drugs
a little drinking
lots of fights
not too much thinking

Lots of ink
a couple of scars
too many night clubs
too many bars

Lots of ***
not too much caring
lots of taking
not much sharing

Years of abuse
and selfish action
avoiding the truth
by means of distraction

Beware of this life
it's not all it seems
you block out the nightmares
by killing your dreams
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 Jun 2013 Vish
Mikaila
Wickedness
 Jun 2013 Vish
Mikaila
Sometimes thinking of you
Keeps me up at night.
I only admit it to you when I think you won't remember.
I'd love your scars,
Physical and otherwise.
I'd follow the map of them to your secrets,
Spread them out before me
And love them all too.
All I want
Is permission
To find you
To find what you are ashamed of
What you loathe
What you keep hidden because the sight of it hurts you
To find it
To know it
To forgive it
When you can't
And to touch you like you're breakable,
Like you're fragile and perfect
As the thinnest glass
That might crinkle and collapse
If I held on too tight.
All I want is your permission
To love
Your scars.
 Jun 2013 Vish
DieingEmbers
The Googly Goo and the Boogly Boo
set of one day for war

but the Boogly Boo and the Googly Goo
did not like what they saw

the Boogly Boo to the Googly Goo
said sod this let's have tea

and the Googly Goo to the Boogly Boo
said yes  and smiled sweetly


:)
Make Tea Not War
 Jun 2013 Vish
DieingEmbers
Your eyes forecast
the coming of showers...

your persona gloomy
forever overcast by dark clouds

whether I say...


I love you

Or

not.
Weather I say I love you or not.
 Jun 2013 Vish
DieingEmbers
If my
kisses were currency
could I
afford your
love
The Mint is where English money is made as well as a flavour filled leaf
 Jun 2013 Vish
Simon Soane
I Wish
 Jun 2013 Vish
Simon Soane
I wish i was the compass you never used at school,
Or the land inside your head you never tried to rule.
I wish i was the alarm clock you always put on snooze,
Or the pillowcase you drool on, when you've had too much *****.
I wish i was that video, the one you watched until it broke,
Or the grub you gorge on when you've just had a smoke.
I wish i was the money you found when out of food,
Or your translator when your words are sadly misconstrued.
I wish I was the carpet when you are scrubbing out the stains,
Or your dreams of solitude in chirping country lanes.
I wish I was the bugle for when you play the horn,
Or the nurse that shouted push, when you were being born.
I wish I was the marker pen when you’ve run out of chalk,
Or the words you use when you decide to talk.
I wish I was the keyboard when you press down too hard,
Or the place you go to after you’ve been bared.
I wish I was the stones you wear around your neck,
Or the jagged rocks which upon, your ship you wreak.
I wish I was the water that is filling up your lungs,
Or the ladder that you find when you’ve run out of rungs,
I wish I was the horizon as your walking to the hill,
Or your softest blanket and your greatest thrill.
I’m wishing all was well,
with us.
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