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 May 2018 Eve
Veemz
Alcohol keeps me distracted
Until i realize
Our love was a drug
And you're  still in my system
 May 2018 Eve
Chloe
I'm Worthless
 May 2018 Eve
Chloe
I'm like a gate way drug.
I'm a starting point.
A late night bad decision.
The desperate act of a man feeling low.

*You want me because I'm the only thing
that wants you back.
 May 2018 Eve
Diana
Untitled
 May 2018 Eve
Diana
Your lips
Are a mixture of tobacco
And mint gum
You’re like a drug
Addictive
So please
Give me one more hit
 Apr 2018 Eve
Elizabeth Squires
she drove a block
through the middle
of my man and I
she performed it with a
callousness of ply

into his heart
she wormed her way
not a bit of feeling for
me did she display
all the time pretending
to be my friend
but only doing that
in benefiting her own end

she got what she
wanted so badly
my man fell into
her arms gladly
she hooked him
as a seductress
he was so readily
reeled into her caress

she robbed
she robbed
she robbed me blind
she pulled off the greatest robbery
robbing me blind

she took the love
of my life without any regard
only ever caring
for her home yard
she never gave a
thought to my emotions
when using her
sensual potions

my man she did
shrewdly impound
spinning her spider web
around and around
out of our bed
he did stray
she had the bait which
caused our love to fray

she robbed
she robbed
she robbed me blind
she pulled off the greatest robbery
robbing me blind
A poem written in the first person.
 Apr 2018 Eve
T R S
Seeing as I'm tired now it'll feel less
Less while I sintered a hot dress
Off of my messy pal

I'd love to live in a rat's nest
Besting the next rat next to me
Making meals of apathy
Slovenly licking off plague fleas
Please leave me alive living in a rat's nest
Living off of cheese and liberal arts degrees.
 Apr 2018 Eve
Ignatius Hosiana
We don't care about today
but hope for a better tomorrow
someone told me that kind of hope is
the greatest source of sorrow
for we're locked up behind
glittering window panes
and through that tint we
find freedom in our chains...
unless we're color blind
Yet again am told hope is a good thing
that life's just the way it is
it's a bee, now and then it's going to sting
it's going to shine, rain or freeze...
We pray for a clear sky
albeit the cloudy comes with a blessing of rains
we'd rather say hay while the sun shines,
stuffed than share with
a hungry brother that pines.
We forgot what really matters
with  many broken hearts,
and a million souls in shatters
everything hurts,
the world is busy grieving...
I once read
funerals are not for the dead
but for the living...
We're all faithless
that's what we're believing
can't repent, we're all sinners
so who'll do the forgiving?
 Mar 2018 Eve
Elizabeth Squires
late in the afternoon
a storm hawk
sounded his prophetic tune
within his blood
an inkling of the weather
which would prevail
his clarion call
went o'er the landscape
from a vantage point
high in a gumtree
it reverberated
so liberally
inside the hour
on the hills
and in the steep ravines
gullies rushed
in fast moving streams
he knew the weather drill
he knew it well
when skies would
spill a raining
gill
his predictive powers
sensed moisture
being about
hence his calling
resounded
in an innate vein
 Mar 2018 Eve
Marty
Picture
 Mar 2018 Eve
Marty
How long I have waited
To see your face again
Lying here beside of you
This is what love should have been

My hand caressing your face
Looking deep into your eyes
Beautiful golden locks
Forget all the terrible lies

I knew I would feel you again
Never has my heart felt so strong
A moment to never let go
It feels like it could go so long

He never stood a chance
As I speak beautiful words
That smile is plastered upon your face
My speech becomes more slurred

It seems as though you have nothing to say
Lying there staring into my eyes
I hoped for at least a few words
But I get nothing but my sighs

As my tears fall upon your cheeks
Your face becomes a blurr
Wipe as quick as I can
I knew this would occur

Blood covers the night
Painting the picture red
I had my final goodbye
Even if it was only a picture on my bed

The razor has made its mark
For all the world to see
Scorn my path if you desire
But no one has been me

Cut after cut the blood flows
And the pain wipes the thoughts
Into the darkness the soul slides
With longer and longer sleeves hides

It seems with a broken heart
Sometimes you go too far
The flow doesn't stop
Not enough strength for the car

Kiss thy foul blade
Give it praises unto God
For the gift has been given
Now hide thy pain under the sod
 Feb 2018 Eve
Elizabeth Squires
little raindrop tears cling
to the carnation's petals
like spray on pink cheeks
 Feb 2018 Eve
CJ Sutherland
IT...............................TAKES
A...............STRONG....­............MAN
To...............................................­....LOVE
A.........................................WOMAN
YET.....­..........................................IN
HIS.................­..............weakness
HE..........................................IS
EVEN.............­..STRONGER
IN..........................HER
LOVE
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