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Hira malik May 2017
What she finds in him
When whole night he keeps exploring her body
Every night, and other night
As if,or might be some new plant has sprouted from her seed,
As if eating fruits from its branches, mandatory!
But,
What everyother night her seeking eyes see nothing,
For the tenderness she needs ,
Only!!
For a woman is made up of light bkue sky
And pale coloured sand
Wind v fragile
And spark too shallow
And this tenderness encapsulates her wholy!
With trembling hands
Everyother dark night
While her stature he loves
Her hands goes to his heart
To find tender part
But it still is a story of everyother night!
Tia May 2014
Everyother day I was running away.
Met the man of my dreams.
But he was older then me.
Didnt think my mom would agree.
So we did what we did without thinking.
Living life on the streets till we had enough money.
To get our ***'s to Georgia.
Where we thought we would be free.
Well the joke is on me.
See I had todo time.
While he got to walk free.
Life is so funny.
I was only 15.
I knew how life worked on the streets.
Always on the run so the police can't catch me.
Stealing cars and breaking into hotel suites.
Now tell me have you ever walked in my shoes.
Where you would rather starve then give up the stars?
This is something I wrote one night while looking back at all the crazy things I did just to be with my first love. He will always have a spot in my heart:)
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
Music blares,
My eyes stare,
Watching the water,
Wanting to be there,
Wanting to be there, instead of here, listening to you *****
When no one really gives a ****,
You're nothing but a selfabsorbed *****,
That makes her daughter feel worse with everyother word,
Kim, shut up, leave me alone, I'd be better off ******* alone,
You think your helping, your really not,
So go give your "words of wisdom" to someone else,
Because you're the only reason I feel like this
written about a friends mother, whom puts her daughter down with every other stabbing word.
Drop in the Sea Apr 2019
I love that love of marines
They kiss, and then they go
They won't take their promises
But either will come home

In every port, there's a sad lady
But they kissed, and now they're gone
Some night , as everyother
They'll kiss the waves to forget shore
Partial Translation of Pablo Neruda's farewell from Spanish language
Sara Campbell Aug 2015
Oh, you want to know what happened?
I'll tell you

3:16
It came through the air I guess
It went through trees, clouds, people
The whole ******* universe, I think,
And by some freak coincidence,
It went through my eyes and
into my brain
Where it bombed around for a while
Then it turned into some hot injection
that got pushed like syrup into
my veins...

3:19
My car is shuddering and clattering
As I fly over missing pieces of asphalt
and warped dirt road
With my boss in my ear
As I explain why I'll be a little late in the language of hysterics
3:20
Maniacal skill I didn't know I had
Gets me to where I need to go
As three more fishtail behind
To congregate on the driveway cement

3:21
The house is deathly
But my heart is lively
When I run around back
to find the doorwall left unlocked
Like a cordial invitation
to an old family reunion
3:21:05
Michael is the name I'm yelling
But I swear to God it's
his spattered brains I'm smelling
As I sleepwalk under a heat lamp
down a hallway that keeps
      shrinking and growing

Tell me, God,
What do I know about healing?
tell me...
what do I know about trying to sew two fragile pieces of
white skin together that spurt
red in tune with a heartbeat?

Tell me God,
What do I know about walking I wonder
When I'm finally there
And it's all very riveting
As some ******* grabs my
ringing phone away
And thrusts me forward
into the final resting place
of a young frail boy
where I will surely find him the
color of cod
Dangling from his soft, mushy neck
or with a cylindrical
chunk of his head missing
Carved out by a bullet

3:21:35
Tell me, soul,
What do I know about loneliness?
Tell me...
What do I know about
                 trying to
balance the two fragile pieces
of mind and body that
slowly rip apart in tune with
the drag of a joint?

Tell me soul
What do I know about Michael
I wonder
As I find him nestled in
the nook between toilet and
wall
curled like the fragile fetus that
     he is
so I surround his body with
mine as I sob
finding his arms only
      scratched
but his mind all bloodied with
      drugs, I guess,
Except he recoils from my
      touch
Like a cold worm being tugged at
    from his ***** hole
3:22
Footsteps crash
Voices shatter
I hurdle away
As the paternal problem
prods and pokes
How odd it was
to see the change from
      Frantically to cop-ly.
3:24
There's ambulances coming
While Michael walks off down
     the street because he's fine
And there's crying and sniffling
Oh woe is me
Oh woe is Michael
And it all ends very quickly
As I'm sent away to
     make sandwiches
And weak boys are questioned
     and prescribed to in a hospital bed

Except it all doesn't end very
    quickly
Because for the next three
days my throat swells for
no reason so that I don't
dare to speak
And because for the next
three ******* months
Michael is my everyother thought
and how nothing was gained.

— The End —