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MB Aug 2013
Authors: "Alaska" and Megan
(a) March through the battles like a dancer
(m) sprint through my brain like it's war
(a) send a stampede across my heart as if it continued drumming on
(m) disappear into my ribs to hideaway from the rapid gunshots
(a) I'll fall for you like i have so many times
(m) and devour every scared motion of your fingertips.

(a) My last breath will be for you, as you steal it from my lungs
(m) my sorrow, for your mind, as it screams in the darkness
(a) all because you were too frightened by the intensity of the light to bask in it
(m) afraid of the shouting and the dark shadows that engage in the background
(a) so you succumbed to them, leaving youself empty for them to rule.

(m) Find comfort in the hindering kisses that are surrounding you in the darkness
(a) from the lips sharp enough to spill your innermost demons
(m) from the throat of the ones whom arrived to feed off your thoughts, and leave you in nightmares.
(a) and the lines between your twisted dreams, and the tragic reality are washed away, for it all feels the same.
(m) and this is the end of our beautiful collaberation. The remernance of souls that you've seem to have stolen, feasting on your mind.

(Alaska/ @untilsheshook)
(Megan)

August 22nd, 2013
5:45pm-6:50pm
Bathsheba Sep 2010
I
Found
The
Belladonna
In Nana’s bedside drawer
I slipped some in my pocket
To even up a score
Later
He came knocking
With that smirk upon his face
Yet another ****** night of being
Defiled
and
Debased

My
Lovely
I
Call
My wicked
Ways are always here
Taking you for granted
Having my way
Because
There is
Nothing
You
Can do


I set the scene
In such
An
Alluring
Seductive
Way

Fool

Thought I was finally coming out to play

Incense swayed
Candles burned
He drank the drink
Then
Tables turned

Vermillion visions slice through the stagnant air
Cleansing me of
Ignorance
Naivety
Despair

She doesn't know
That bottle of wine
That
We
Drink
That her
Glass
Holds
A Cyanide pill

So

This smile

She thinks
Is
For
seduction

Hides

The plans
In
My
Head


Something’s not quite right  
I have a
Strange sensation
Why am I experiencing
Hell
Fire
&
Damnation

Evil starts to slither on my heated skin
Maybe he just slipped me a ***** Mickey Finn?

Feeling now bedeviled  
I take another sip of wine
Bachus sits there laughing
Regal and divine

Where did this migraine come from?
But I am here laughing
As she drinks her fall
****, I feel sleepy

Could she have?
No!
She wouldn't be that shrewd
Women can't out think a man
So she smiles with me
Rubbing her eyes

I ask her to dance
It will be her last dance


I sense strong arms caress me
Music fills the air
Fluidity of movement
Lays my soul stark bare

I beseech the cold dark eyes of this man that I abhor

As

We

Slowly

Slowly

Slowly

.
.
.

Concertina to the floor
Sam Temple Mar 2016
spinning to
     infinity
illuminating
     indiscriminate
gently warning
    ships at sea
by mirrored glow
            on steady tree
an old man sits
  hands worn with polish
       waiting, absentminded
loneliness enhanced
by the quiet night
    lost in thought
and carried away
         by the tone
               of crashing waves–
I have a dear friend who does painting and we are going to do some collaborative work. She will be leaving 2 inch wide, 7 inch long washed-out space on the edges of paintings so I can write a poem to fit with the theme. This is the first of these.
Love
Is the Destruction
Of the past;
The tearing of walls and of yesterday's pains
It is the Collaberation
Between two souls to rebuilt themselves
To become better for one another,
And the creation
Of something completely new

— The End —