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 Sep 2013 xxc
Charles Casanova
Silent song the sparrow sings
Grey skys with blue between
Weeping sorrow shows thou fate
Wicked dreams of love and hate
Moral conscience hand shall sweep
The voices tend to keep the peace
Now the demons have joined the feast
Torn between right and wrong
Mouth wide open, but no song
A fool will fool himself
A last resort when there’s nothing else
Forever is just passing time
Together not my state of mind
Lost burdens tend to reappear
Solitude never near
Echoing from here to ear
Hands held up to stop the noise
Unable to keep the poise
Unaware how it began
How it came and how it ran
Was it the visions of the truth?
Are they lies, is there proof?
Collision course with myself
Last resort, when there’s nothing else.

Charles Casanova
 Sep 2013 xxc
Robert Browning
I

Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,—
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

II

Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune—
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But ’tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!
 Sep 2013 xxc
Adalain lee bassett
❤Your kiss is a shadow of fear that
surrounds me
The blood of that fear consumes me
You've become the air I'm breathing
As I've become the song your singing

We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside

Your love is like a poisen that keeps running thru my vains
I know I shouldn't taste it but my life would never be the same
Blood is the bridge that binds us together
While the past is what keeps us
apart

We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside

Every time I look into your eyes
that is when I realize
Your as much a part of me
as I am of you
Without us in eachothers lives
A part of our soul would surly die!

We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside

Your blood is like a poisen I know I should not taste
With every breath I breathe, it's become something I don't want to waste

We run through the door
Throwing our clothes on the floor
We jump into bed
And pull the covers up over our head
We cuddle all through the night
Nothing else has ever felt this right
As long as it's you by my side
I will never feel hurt inside

Im tempted by your poisen even though I know what's in store
With every day I find myself always wanting more
My soul has become very fragiel
If you touch it, it will break
 Sep 2013 xxc
Lisa Benson
I kissed a boy,
Who's neck was bare from faith.
Empty all around.
His lips tasted like sin ,
But his touch felt like nearby repenting.
I wonder what his mother would have thought.
I wonder if those knowledgeable creases placed on his neck mean more to me than it does to him.

This was inspired off of the work of 'Atheist on a Date'. I wish I knew who to credit, but I don't. None of the less, all credit goes to whoever wrote this masterpiece. I hope you enjoy the reply.

*Original Poem:
“I kissed a girl
Wearing a cross
Around her neck
Her lips didn’t taste
Like church
But her hips
Felt like god
I wonder what
Her pastor would
Have thought
I wonder if that
Cross around her neck
Meant more to me
Than it does
To her”
 Sep 2013 xxc
Flyaway Spark
 Sep 2013 xxc
Flyaway Spark
I came here
To seek a place to hide
To seek solace
Because
I'm absolutely tired of
Being judged
I hate
Being misunderstood

Sure
I'm not good with words at all
But
Leave me alone
Stop harping on
My words and
My views

You've misunderstood me
You've judged me
I could have explained
If you hadn't seen through me

But you robbed me of that chance
As you stepped into the
Weaved
Abstract
Cloud of thoughts
That stemmed from you
Not me
 Sep 2013 xxc
Sir B
I hope that
Your lips are
On my lips
Soon..

Not just for homecoming
or school events
but for an eternity
so we can
remember
each other
and our love
for the other
Just something to cheer a dull. grey sunday morning..
 Sep 2013 xxc
Rooted Whispers
Step One.

When you are taught that human beings are riddled with gaping holes and survival is nothing more than attempting to stay standing against the rough gusts of wind, allow this fact to coat the surface of your skin. Memorize the mesmerizing patterns of movement of other beings as they struggle to remain on their trembling feet despite the vacancies in their chests, and mimic them with precision. This is the dance of survival that your vacant body will learn until the holes grow too large and the remainder of your body caves. This is how time passes, and this is how time continues.

Step Two.

You are born as a vessel, waiting to be infested with the words of those around you. As you absorb the dancing syllables and learn how to breath in the emotion infused in the air, ensure that you fill yourself up to the brim with this knowledge. Hold these precious collections close, for they are the substance that ensures your body remains seen among the bustling bodies of billions. Then betray your body and allow these collected words escape through petty cracks, knowing that each freed syllable is a step towards invisibility. When you allow all turbulent emotion through the cracks of your lips, you will return to an empty vessel. The silence of vacancy is fatal, and time will persist around your deterioration.

Step Three.

As you grow your body, allow your eyes to stray towards other beings growing their own. You will notice that the curves of your body are not unique, and are merely a slight modification to a standard model. Each word that exits your lips has been uttered before, and each declaration has been confessed long before your body has made its debut. As you allow your fingers to wander around the concave of his body, understand that your body is merely an interruption to the air around it. Any body could take your place, for you are a combinations of tireless repetitions and patterns. When you have allowed this realization to poison your lungs, you will pass as all the other beings have and your time will end. Another repetition will take your place as you have done, and time will go on without you.
 Sep 2013 xxc
Fall-E
But why
But why
But why
But why
Shut up
But why
I dont know
But why
Because
But why
 Sep 2013 xxc
Miranda Raye Hall
Thunder rolling,
Gasping,
Growing.
Torrents splatter on the window.

She's patrolling,
Waiting,
Knowing.
Marriage bringing her so much sorrow.

Lipstained clothing,
Cheating,
Posing.
Two rounds in him, no more tomorrow.
 Sep 2013 xxc
Harumi Ikeda
I'd write a love poem
But i don't have anything to say
Because love left home
And died during it's escape

With no way of revival
It never really felt safe
In this house of games
And frivolous ways

You say i broke your heart in two
Well, you shattered mine
And refused to come help pick up the pieces
Now, who needs more help?
Me or you?

Failure is my motivation
But success is my greatest fear
And the lies that are whispered
Will always land in my ear

So the pen shall rest silent
And the paper will be blank
You'll probably cry bitter tears
I'll just laugh through my pain
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