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 Oct 2018 zebra
B Elizabeth G
Days pass muddily, time is stuck.
Five more to go with the right luck.
At time and a half, hours tick;
The stroke of five does not come quick

Rush hour feels more like rush year;
Finally, your exit I near.
I dance up steps to the right floor,
A sweaty palmed knock on your door

The moment long overdue,
Is the heat before I kiss you.
The second between our lips meet,
That's the ****** I crave all week.
Craving that moment always, my sweetie <3
 Oct 2018 zebra
B Elizabeth G
Loving you was a winter full of summer, and a pocket full of purple wildflowers.

Your smile was a warm breeze in late October, and your touch, the cool grass on bare feet.

Your kiss was the taste of raindrops on a July afternoon, and your voice the water that smooths the river rock.

You were childhood without the sting of the bee.

~B. Elizabeth G.
 Oct 2018 zebra
EmperorOfMine
You may rip a paper heart
And it may solve your problem too
Or watch the water come and start
To drench it till water falls through
As birds may fly into the sky
or dive into the dancing sea
Don't ever try to clip their wings
Unless you know what that will mean
You selfish little waterbug
Come to collect it all for you
Or get crushed under someone's heel
Watch your life underneath their shoe
Till death may do you ever part
Sons cursed to fake their every kiss
Left lonely and without a heart
Sociopathic son of a witch
 Oct 2018 zebra
Johnny Noiπ
Up the breath while steam rises from the depths of Bettie;
Written w/ the **** of his star of the choir;        1 remembered holding
            enough of the winds
of the daughters of the Ladies of the act of understanding
which is born of the town of the Corporation's crazy                            |
Web flames; Empty Garden sexually kiss him,
he watching the **** buried in the Temple
of the invisible monster playing w/ guns;
Only move the teeth from the center of the corner stood leather Mom:
Ode in the public streets; A reading from the bright lights of the plastic ground beef,      Frenchman Paul to strike him on the                     |        |      |
Appointing members until it receives the correct image of the burning of the holy          Christian bride; For the love you bring the computer hidden in the morning;           Thank you because you felt from the center;
Jack's shadow feeling disappointed by the languages used in the room
                     in his mantle &   played ginger
But then it refers only to the Dawn Witch &
The course of the sheath thereof, he lived the life of the call Street's
           thinly speaking in the plural;                    |                          |
paying the penalties on her knees caught & led the return of Jews
on the eve of new brands,                    & hot divas making bigger moves in prison as much as the knowledge of it is cut into the skin of a teenage lady boy; Silly twisting letters        that              may eventually supply the mad woman w/ a sports bra,      |                  |
World Wide *****; the rolls of the other,   |   |  he held the skin of the dying half of the day; Hey.     He dismisses his naked body from the beach,  of course, the mountains; the barriers of the past to the Queen of the Night,  
        shining light of Asia, of pigments of your       dream that make you stop searching,                             because the entirety of
thee is to buy of him the spirit of life in the spouse ||  | .  |   ---  | |    :      |  | || |
 Oct 2018 zebra
Garry
What did you do?
What did you see?
How did you end up
inside a tree?

Were you a spy?
A harlot? A witch?
Or the victim of a mad-man
scratching an itch?

Tell me lady,
what was your story?
Who was after
your Hand of Glory?

Why were you taken,
from this mortal realm?
Who put Bella
in the Wych-Elm?
Inspired by a local legend.
 Oct 2018 zebra
Starlight
Envy
 Oct 2018 zebra
Starlight
My lips
twist like
the door
that never
opens
the
lock
clicked shut
that shudders
as the
screams
bang
against it

a
drum's
skin

I let
my
eyes
like windows
darken
as they
fall
over you
that
cursed sweep
of
gaze that
leaves you
twisted
like
my lips

you are
devil born
are
witch blood
are
red hot
blood
pumping
rusted
heat against my
jealous
flesh
you light up
like
rockets
burning
against the
ever silent
sky
you are
incandescent
and
my
eyes
darken with

envy.
 Oct 2018 zebra
adriana
she was the maker, he was her muse
a creative girl with everything to lose

she colored her canvas with her bleeding heart
she loved him and watched her world fall apart

she got her heart broken but kept a blank face
knowing that there are some mistakes you can't erase

she gave up her art, a lover betrayed
her pure white mind turned a darker shade.
And then there were seven.
 Sep 2018 zebra
Renee
I'm sure I look fine.

Days like today,
I want to strip the skin
From my forearms
Using only my fingernails.

Days like today,
I want to wring out
My legs like a washcloth,
Squeeze the rolls on my stomach
Until they're empty.

Days like this,
I want to walk away from my body
forever.

I'm sure I look fine.
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