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anonymous.i don't really know
how i got here.
it's all a blur
from the time i
was able to think
about who i
really was
or am.

i never got why i'm
so clingy
and clueless,
why i don't know
how to be
independent.
my exterior may
show it,
but i sure don't
have it.

i've been gone
for a really long time.
it's not me that
they see when they
speak things
that I pretend to
care about.
it's my vacated
carcass that is already
hollow and sad.
every trivial thought i
have echoes and
bounces off the
walls of my shell.

i'm just a poster child
for the underdog in all
of us losers.
i'm not a poser,
i'm just trying to get by
without

by ~otakuplaywright in Free Verse

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Where am I? A dream, a heart-bound bind?
It's both breathless and breathful, wild and kind.
Stress forgotten, no need for remind.

Truly unreal, for i feel the sting
of this mild pinch and i hear a sing.
Is it the crows abroad with aching wing?
They scream harsh words, with screeching ring.

"A dream! A dream! Ignorant sense.
All fiction and blank, these ladies and gents'.
You dream! You dream! of false resents.
Your so miniscule, weak, for a mind so immense."

A pop, a crash, a crumble, and rip.
A hope now lost, I begin my trip
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To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
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Or where you've been?
What's your middle name
And what's your favorite sin?
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Do you pass love notes in class
Or do you carve them in tree bark?
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They came without conflict with no need to fight.
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Trin og lea ro hraag, ur uon lye, Dee Suum.
Tru, Dee Suum, inreg frne, ket Varhiin dro ray.
Reg ol ti so, yre uus frh guntirion Varhiin.
Ma ti Violgeht, inreg Eukrati.
By ti lea re uus, inreg fru'um, aaut ti spil re inreg troen Relitrin, wuus Scal.

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Peace to our souls, you kindly grant, Traan.
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After The RainAfter The Rain

Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me

Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end

And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell

To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at allAfter The Rain in Free Verse

A VisionA Vision

Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone

On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleepA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word

The Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather

Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton

Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows

So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers

Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
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The Blind Man DancingThe Blind Man Dancing

May smooth curves of your lips be the pillow
On that my soul can rest in peace
Warmed by your breath, the only thing to lean on
When our human days run out of sun

In streets of town now emptied by cold drizzle
I saw there dancing a blind man
Who compared creator to narrator
And turned my longings into snowflakes

Sitting themselves down on shoulders of us both
Now closer to each other than ever, forever apart
Like dreams those came true long ago
Still haunting what is left of us after they left

Maybe he's right that love is born of decay
For sometimes it is nothing more
And still we keep it in our inner poThe Blind Man Dancing in Free Verse

Abysmal InfinityAbysmal Infinity

Night - for moth an opportunity
Close to abysmal infinity
Knows quite too well
About the swell
Of souls knocking at gates of hell

To trade their singularity
For any kind of quality
Of human spell
"Love" you might tell
Where lonely ones in couples dwell

For moments of eternity
In halls of tainted clarity
'Till sounds the knell
And poisonous smell
Of thorns helps rose's passion quellAbysmal Infinity in Free Verse

Vanilla CranesVanilla Cranes

The light of day cuts pretty masks
Out of stuff way too colourful
And glues them on faces of men
Who then stomp chessboard with their feet

In brothels red lanterns do shine
Gates there kept open, welcoming
Children to find their way back home
To the tower of Babylon

Pockets and wallets resonate
With choirs and gospels of the change
Dreaming of freedom and revenge
Who lives by coin, by coin shall die

You ask me "Why do birds have wings,
When sons of mortal men can fly...?"
I guess we humans aim too high
Before sun laughs us in the face

So is there any happy place
Except for our enchanted realm
Where love with Vanilla Cranes in Free Verse

Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies

Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages

Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted

On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell

Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully

A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smilesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse

Charcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph

Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane

They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?

There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded

Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you

A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you

With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and blackCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse

A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm

His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul

My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul

Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul

Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
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The JourneyThe Journey

Two cans and a string
Weigh so much more
Than words and beads
And sunlit backyard -

- Sea full of sharks
And pirate ships
And mermaid that so rarely dips
Her beauty into stormy waves

A rocking horse
Will ever gallop a lot faster
Than the wildest of buffalos
And maybe even wind itself -

- Carrying smoke signals
And poisoned arrows
Along with battle cries
Of sons of tomahawk

Two chairs and blanket
From my bed
The safest home
We ever had -

- An impregnable fortress
Castle with feather walls
Made for one princess
And one knight

Bubbles are diamonds
Fed by breath
And if we like
We can grow wings

While planning journey
IThe Journey in Free Verse

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And I really can't do anything about it.

I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.

You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.

I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,

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MirrorsWhen you look in the mirror
Just say to yourself,
"I am nothing like the rest of them
I am no ones friend"

They try to tell you,over and over again,
That you're pretty too,But
You'll never believe them,

But that non-sense is true,
Honestly,they look plastic and fake
In your mind,that screams perfection.
While you are real and you have your
Beautiful imperfections.

Tell me why does beauty matter?
So much to you?
Its all societies fault
It is completely screwed
What happened to having brains?
To having a genuine heart?
What matters is more all
Beauty and glamour galore

But one bit of advice I give to you
Look in the mirrorMirrors in Songs & Lyrics

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The person you met for the first time,
Was a confused child,who hadn't figured out how to grow up yet.

She was someone who said I love you to pretty much any guy who looked her in the eye for longer than five seconds.
I was naive, I thought everything happened like they did in the movies.
Oh was I wrong!

I had a bad experience back then, my mind shut down my heart took over.
I was broken hearted by a guy who really didn't deserve it,
A girl he'd known for a few weeks,who he hardly spoke to,tell him she loves him.

After that night something,changed.

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After Some TimeAfter a while you learn the difference between holding someones hand and chaining to someones soul,you learn love doesn't mean leaning on someone and company doesn't mean you have security from the world.
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HopeToday, I made a list for you.
A list for me,
To help me to figure out if it's worth waiting for you.

I sat for about an hour thinking of all the good things about you.
The bad things about you.
The first the clear winner.

I re-made this list and tried to get rid of all my feelings for about five or ten.
The first still won.

Your kind,Your sweet,
Your eyes are the most beautiful things I have ever seen,
You make me laugh,Your laugh,Your smile.

I know I will probably never get someone like you,
I mean come on, your amazing, what would you do with a girl like me?
I hope you prove me wrong.

Maybe I'll get the courage one day?
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One PersonHave you ever had that one person,
who you don't talk to much but you'd risk your own life for them?
Someone who you can not speak to for ten years and when you do it's like the last time
you both spoke to each other was just yesterday?
I do.

He's my best friend, and I'd do anything for him.
I love him to pieces more than he'll ever know.
I'm so comfortable around him it's unspeakable.
My feelings for him, they are also unspeakable.

Theres a large distance between us and when we're near each other,
Shes there.
She being his ex,who doesn't give me a chance to be near him.

Have you ever had that one person, that one friend that yourOne Person in Songs & Lyrics

Swept awayShe was promised a true love story,
A boy who would sweep her off her feet,
Instead she was given a broken heart,
She was kicked to the ground.

She dreams of the perfect guy,
And how they met.
He started off perfect,
but now he's just a mess.

She thought she could help him,
Take him from the darkness,
He got angry and left her once again.
She cries.

Somewhere,somehow,he had revelations,
He broke down crying,after realising what he had done.
He'd left the only girl who ever loved him through thick and thin.
He ran and ran back to the apartement where they lived.

It was quiet,the tap dripping slowly.
He calls out her name,he gSwept away in Free Verse

Something We All WantWe all want love,
That feeling.
I can't pretend that I don't want it,
If I did I'd be lying to myself.
We all want something,
We all need something to live for,
We need a reason.
We all want a one and only.
None of us want to be alone.
We all want the same thing, lets admit it.
I can close my eyes and try to talk to my heart,
But it never works,
I want that one thing I currently can't have.
We all want someone to hold,
We all want someone to be there when it gets cold.
We all want love,lets admit it.Something We All Want in Free Verse

Piece of PaperPlease tell me the truth,
If you can't speak it , write it.
I need to know.

I love you now not later,
There is no doubt.
I remember everything,
This is so cruel.

Your voice is trembling.
I'll tell you a thousand times.
I love you.
Come on I'm listening.

I read between the lines of your written piece.
"I love you forever"
I thought I was ready to leave,
Emotional wreck isn't my best personal trait.

You left with her,
still holding my heart not caring.

I have the piece of paper.
I walk up to you a year later.
I show it to you.
You tell me you meant it.

But you're written words weren't cement.Piece of Paper in Free Verse

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~DavidAtwell

bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls sbLind in Urban & Spoken Word

no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habit
you can't escape the fact that you can't shake it and thats the power of its magic
changin the earth up in this piece isnt worth the stress if there is to be no release
and loudmouths blabbering with their hands out is no reason for me to aim to please
so this shit MUST cease....... i live to believe that something has got to give
i'm convinced the definition directly relates to whether or not it is intuitive
but in its truest sense, there exists no questioning at all of any of this
and thats why i dont defend myself when it comes to any of this
the moral imno releasE in Urban & Spoken Word

one letteR-choose your words slyly, cuz it's whatever.
it's one letter and it's better than never.
second-guessin' expressions can go on forever,
but only the clever can hold up in this endeavor....
-and if you cant handle the weather,
if you cant remember the rain bein' wetter,
drippin' onto the windows longer than
God meant for Mother Earth when he blessed her,
-just relax and sit back... first, reflect on some thinGs.
matter of fact, take a nap, get a restful nights sleep.
(thinking right completely blindsides when sleeping,
see, leading to discreetly finding real meaning....)
-common misconceptions aren't always the best to get;
if youone letteR in Urban & Spoken Word

-an entire spinning rock of
7 billion
filled with people spilling the
contents of their heads
just so they can feel
their confused attempts get
deflected
there's no feeling in the feeling
of rejection
and it infects them...
this void
this emptiness
it's so intense, and they wonder
why it makes no sense
they wonder why it hurts to
breath, so they assume they're
drowning in this murky sea
and subconsciously deny them
selves oxygen
in disbelief
that they will ever find
someone that can make
them feel- in Urban & Spoken Word

i crashthere is no justice
i learned that from the aftermath
life passes by in a flash no matter
how you dance this sacred dance
i crash
trippin' over these two left feet
thinkin' over and over again about
how i tend to lose certain things
certain people
i think the world must be evil
takin' away the things that matter the most
and denying me anything real
whats the fucking deal
i crash
like tsunami waves
and if you look into my face
not just at it
you will see genuine panic
one more drastiC upheaval to add
to the rest i can't handle
leaving me burnt out like a candle
its so dark and i'm blind, its not right

.i crash in Urban & Spoken Word

Rays of Madnessi throw my habits into the fire
it's an uphill battle with bald tires
it's like driftin' off the roadside and slippin' into the gutter
when i smother my worries avoiding slumber
so no wonder i hurry so drastiC
then be actin' all like,
"i don't know what happened"
plastic bags of magic explodin' open
spraying rays of madness that we're smokin'
chokin' on broken pieces of our lives
hopin' we'll achieve somethin'
before we die--Rays of Madness in Urban & Spoken Word

Absence of Soundso much can be said when so little is spoken
you scream in my ears with your silent emotion
chokin' on the words swervin' back down into my gut
open the mouth to remove all doubt and the air gets cut
when i reflected back on the thought all i got was static
but saying too much can be tragic; silence is less problematic
automatically we assume the worst of thinGs.....
never realizing the unnecessary nervousness this brings
sure that we heard some things in the absence of sound
but venturing into that void will guarantee
you will never be found--Absence of Sound in Urban & Spoken Word

VagueWhile we're on the subject
.....i'll be off the topic
will we still carry on
.....if i'm lost and forgotten?
she said she'd be there
.....but she was unprepared
she said she'd be there
.....but now she's lost and scared

be so vague
be so vague
be so vague

When we finally start
.....i'll be there to stop it
your mind is so cramped
.....and mine is all knotted
we said we'd be clear
.....but see this mess we made?
we said we'd be clear
.....how can you be so vague?

be so vague
be so vague
be so vague

(there's nothing more to say...)Vague in Urban & Spoken Word

Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happens
meanwhile, the drastic double-back
they can't see where they are going
with no light, so they darkstep...
but if there is trouble in paradise
it's a major concern--
we all love sunny days
but everyone hates a sunburn...
it's the way they crash n' burn
that makes their face taste the
rugburn in a way that they make
sure no one else gets hurt...
and the shallow will pull you under,
so deep... take my word for it...Concern for the same old... in Urban & Spoken Word

swervin' agaiNaccelerate your ascension/exist in new ways/
create your dimension/blast into inner space/
crash into your mind/drastiC truths will unwind/
* i find that between perception and reality there
exists a fine line...
realize that nothing really matters, and
everything is whatever. perpetuate laughter; you
are already living forever--swervin' agaiN in Urban & Spoken Word

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*callerofcrows

Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.

I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.

The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.Burning Heart in Free Verse

AcheIt comes and goes
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.Ache in Free Verse

Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me of
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone. Blink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse

HeavyWhen you let me go
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.

Why'd you have to cut this
delicate cord,
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.Heavy in Free Verse

StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.

I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.

You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your firStuck in Free Verse

It's Not Coming BackAnd he was the voiceless, unforgiving wind.
She screamed to his back while he forgot her name,
and each step he took into the sun
was met by the setting of hers.
It's a cold night where she stands,
and she coughs on the frost in her lungs,
choking on the memory of last night's air.
She mourns the death of yesterday
through nostalgic eyes,
and like a child, declares it's only sleeping.It's Not Coming Back in Free Verse

Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a string
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.Honorary Sun Spot in Free Verse

Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.

Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why Strung Out in Free Verse

AdriftRun headlong into the wind with me.
We are only ships on this endless blue,
without anchor, north star, or compass spinning.
Find me as I lose myself with you. Adrift in Free Verse

GodGod is in her rocking chair,
wood creaking as she hums back and forth.
I want to climb onto her sun-warmed lap,
breathe in the smell of air dried dresses,
May breezes caught in her floral-print skirt.
Her hands are gentle as they stroke my hair,
her knitting going still when I rest my head
on her knees where her yarn was.
She holds me as I cry. God in Free Verse

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~angelichope

Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.

I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.

When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.

For me
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes thatWaterfall Hope in Traditional Fixed Forms

Blank CanvasShe looks so pretty
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.

Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
is death.
I must change.

I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.

What I then wish for is to go on as mysBlank Canvas in Free Verse

Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
hidden within.
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eHonesty Blows Her Hair in Free Verse

A Piano Song Love gracefully grows in the meadows of our hearts,
showing us our gold is in reach.
So dance in the heavens of never giving in.

In the dawning sky, I see something more,
like a door to open,
but what lies inside?
Hopefully not anything that leads to a
broken mirror,
but something that will take me,
while I never look back,
to a place where I can open my eyes
and take a breath
knowing that finally that part of me I've been fighting is gone―
not temporarily―forever more.
And all my days I live as peaceful and pure
as rain,
and my heart a freshly watered garden.
I'll never take a step backwards again,
except for wA Piano Song in Free Verse

~whenthemooncriedout

Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.

Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.

And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eyeThree Days Worth of Full Moon in Urban & Spoken Word

Play. Pause. Play. Rewind.Fast forward to the part where our lips make history. Slow down baby, "eat all your vegetables and maybe you'll get dessert", we've got the rest of our lives to play this little scene. Yes I meant this part where it's R18, but who the fuck cares 'cuase, baby, it's just you and me.

Play. Pause. Play.

Swaying to this beautiful soundtrack to a backdrop of black and white. Giants made of concrete and glass panes with trains in between; backtracking like a broken record skipping grooves. Cut. Cut. CUT! What a horrible take. You color the canvas while I sett the paint. This is...

Masterful.

Like the smell of sex it both feeds and keeps the achePlay. Pause. Play. Rewind. in Urban & Spoken Word

ORPHEUSWhat with this wicked woe do
I wax and wane like one so
blue, company only to
a wayward night

With what way by which
I go winding wearily warily
away from wasting time
searching for home

Would that i knew where
and how a wandering soul so
alone finds something most certainly
I don't know

What with this wicked woe do
I wither away like one so
blue, black like ash
white like lightORPHEUS in Free Verse

~dweckie

Fermented Truth.Name one flower from that perfume
Plus the song you used to sing,
Pass me demons in the shape of lust
And watch as I give in,

Find the suitcase you took with you
When you flew that "buisness trip",
Hand me untruths in a wine glass
And watch as I take a sip.Fermented Truth. in Traditional Fixed Forms

Where the heart isn't--Impossible to hide the lies
So take a breath and shut my eyes
"It's where the heart is, home!" she cries
She never saw I'm dead inside.

An empty hollow, dug out rest
A void within my heaving chest
"It's where the heart is, home" she stressed
But I haven't one and she never guessed.Where the heart isn't-- in Free Verse

Perfection.Skim your mind over the small print without looking for the catch
Who needs drugs when you've got feelings and a perfect mind to match?
In this land of sharpened senses we're all living in reverse
And we ain't afraid of nothing and we speak our words in verse.Perfection. in Free Verse

Please please please.There's a coffee stain on my white dress
And dust in your room's emptiness,
Tattoo your name upon my skin
Wait for the day you walk back in.

Two whole years; they passed so slow
Had time to watch each season go
Summer, Winter, Autumn, Bed
I'd rather think of you instead

Throw vivid looks of hate and rage
At the blankness of my diary's page;
Carve your initials on a tree
Trace the lines that ink your name to me.

Blood red paint thrown at the walls
Deface what's mine but not what's yours-
Look at our photos, try to breathe
Don't make me cry again; please please please.Please please please. in Traditional Fixed Forms

IntroducedNursery, their hands collide;
Finger-painting side by side,
A big crude mess of blue, red, green
Most beautiful art their mums've seen

Circle time, they sit together;
Sing songs 'bout rain and stormy weather,
His eyes latch on, hers look away
He notes her iris'; hazel-grey

Dress up game, the two pair up
King and Queen of childish scrubs,
Tiaras sparkle as swords smash
He knows they'd be a royal match

At the end of Tuesday's play
She asks if he walks home her way,
As mothers chat and peck and fuss,
They pinkie swear each other's trust.

Twelve years later down the line
He knows her smile and pretty eyes-
They hold hands and wIntroduced in Traditional Fixed Forms

Nothings.It was just something that had to be done, something of the same urgency as buying a new bottle of strawberry shampoo or putting away the shopping. She wasn't good at getting things done. Other things got in the way. Nothings. She wrote a book in snippets of poetry on separate post-it notes and lost them. She played chromatics up and down the out-of-tune piano. She spun in circles on the grass by the curb side and laughed at the drivers that gave her odd looks.

"Everything okay sweetie?"

They didn't trust her because of what she'd made herself and because of what she'd done. They had given her a flat and an assistant who did the shopping anNothings. in Short Stories

She.Her words are warm, her smile is sweet,
Kindest being I've ever had pleasure to meet,
She lights up my life like a summery day,
She's my burst of moonlight when I lose my way.

A metal band, shiny and gold,
Encircles my finger in view of the world,
She'll never tarnish; she's just like this ring
An infinite, beautiful, unbreakable thing.She. in Free Verse

I've seen all I'll ever need.Break me in, your pair of shoes.
He promised he would do so much for them. Polish them every day, keep them shiny and new and fulfil their narcissism and ego by having others compliment them when they were worn outside. They may once have been good quality leather, ready for a lifetime of wear, but shoes always scuff; it's just a matter of time.

{Teach us to cheat, and to lie and cover up.}
This card game's gone on too long. He always told me I was too forward, too blunt, too innocent. I hid the other me, and he hid the other her. An uprising of a sort against the system; cheat the game and the end result feels so much sweeter – but tI've seen all I'll ever need. in Short Stories

First person.I write in first person, about a third
And third about the first;
The one that should come first, not
The one who queues up behind crap
From the rest of the world.

A waking, walking dream;
I don't know, maybe I just like the words.
There is a point, the
One you tell yourself to stop at
And you're normal, normal up till then.

I trust the mirror more than
I trust myself, because something
So inanimate doesn't know how to lie.
I hate science for being so right
And my personality for being so wrong.

I think in second person
About the third and third
About the first. Why bother when
The words jumble and your mind does too?
A First person. in Free Verse

Bees.She had asked him, once, why they kept bees.

"Good for the garden, Bethy," he'd replied. "Encourages….. things."

He called her Bethy when he was reminiscing. No-one else called her that anymore; it was plain, formal Elizabeth. To him she was just little Bethy from their younger days, when she'd looked up to him and adored him and promised him everything she owned.

She'd never been one for encouraging anything, garden or otherwise, and she knew Seb wasn't either. So why the bees? The selfish insects kept her away from the end of the garden, did little in the way of edibles and provided much swatting sport for those she asked over to baBees. in Short Stories

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