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SG Holter Jul 2014
One lover's hand reaches for her
Lover's humble question,
Another's travels slowly across
The impression of her body;  
Ghostweight on matress from
Miles away in mind and matter.

She embraces new scent,
Hands once bored now learn
Warmth and texture that once
Too will feel  
Too familiar,

While another reaches for a quill
And another and
Another to write himself wings
That span
Across time and tragedy,
To fly him too close to the truth

Of why he never could write
Himself to
A safe landing on firm
Fact, but rather spin images of
Coloured in connections between
Dots to form elequent
Lies such as:

"I'll never want another,"
"This will scar my soul forever,"
"I cannot live wthout her,"
and
"She'll never want another."

A fading faint figure on the horizon.
Slow motion flash backs of days and
Days and days to slow, sensitive
Music. Yesterdays all, for my own good,
Completely and utterly

Out of my reach.
I'm getting happier about
It with
Every
Passing
Heartbeat.
Anna Zapalska Apr 2016
Somewhere between
Life and death
In the borderland
Of an awake and a sleep
You strive very hard
To come back to nonage,
Somewhere on the timeline
Of creative visions and dreams
In your inner streets of "Drohobych"
In the search for lost indentity-
You fight with crocodiles
Waiting for the "cinnamon shops",
When you try to catch values
In all crying corners.
But they run away like mirror images,
When you travel by tram
Wthout a front wall
And you look for the colors
in this colorless reality...
But somewhere beyond self-mythology
You still await for a train...
And nobody knows of
Its true timetable...
brian car Jul 2015
“Trust me,” it says.


Momma never let the kids in. Daddy never came home. The dog won’t stop barking. There is no help for the graceful kids at the wishing well. The grass keeps growing, but where has all the water gone?


//follow me down the rver, past the trees wthout wnd in ther sals. There are rocks there to buld a shelter together. The place where love lves.
Believe me, when I tell you that I love you
Believe me, when I say that I was wrong
Believe me, I can't live my life wthout you
Believe me, I can't believe that you're gone

Cause you, you were my sunshine (comin' down)
And you, you stopped the rain
Oh, you- you'll find somebody new
But I'll never love again
No, I can't fake it- my heart belongs to you
Said I can't fake it- my heart belongs to you

Believe me, I'm forever thinking of you
Believe me, I'm still waitin' by the phone
Believe me, I will never rise above you
Believe me, I will forever be alone

Cause you, you were my sunshine (comin' down)
And you, you stopped the rain
Oh, you- you'll find somebody new
But I'll never love again
No, I can't fake it- my heart belongs to you
Said I can't fake it- my heart belongs to you
Another little Traditional Country ditty.
Gabriel Mar 2014
When I die, put my body in the earth
Without a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
Put me in the earth in jeans and a t shirt
The same way I lived

Tell my daughter she doent need my permission
To stay out late
To drink
To marry the man she wants
If I disapprove of him it's already too late

Tell my son to do away with formality
To buy dinner for the boy he likes
To hold the door open for everyone
And to never believe someone
When they tell him he’s a bad man

When I die, all my affairs might not be in order
But someone please put my body I'm the earth
Wthout a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
WISEPENNY Aug 2020
HAS YOUR MASTER ARRIVED
WERE YOU WELCOMING
OF DANTE LAVA SURPRISE
THE FLUSH OF THE DEAF
THE DUMB AND THY BLIND

HE WAS WORKING ON A PARTNER
THEY STOLE THE DIME

THE BLUE NOSE THE WEATHER THE BATTLE FEATHERCARRIED DESTRUCTION WTHOUT
WRITING "A" LETTER

TIME TABLE TWELVE
ELEVEN LOST SHE WAS WITHOUT BELT

ORION HIS TEAM ITS A COMPANY
A CANOPY OF MITE

SOME THINK THEY CAN FOOL YOUR HONOR AND STEAL HIS FIGHT
jeffrey conyers Feb 2011
I thought for a sceond people didn't understand me.
Because, I kept hearing what?

Within minutes they was upsetting me.
When they kept repeating, what?

Never this or even that.
I might accepted a who?
I just realize with this what phase.
I was becoming a fool.

When I requested information.
It would start again.
I was beginning to think that what?
Would soon  be my best saying.

Never why or even how?
Did I ever hear spoken toward me?

They just kept saying what?
Wthout realizing   that I just wanted my glasses to read.
Jeffrey Conyers control all rights.- From See Me(And Not My Race)

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