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Would you be the lotion
for my dry, cracked hands?
 Apr 2014 J
Molly
You have cuts on your arm
that you name after people
and you talk about them
like accidents.

I got this one when she left,
this one when she told me she didn't trust me,
this one when she wasn't there,

as if they were put there by the event,
by some other force you could not control,
but let me remind you,
it is called self harm for a reason.

The people you named them after
did not hold the blade,
these cuts on your arm are not battle wounds,
you are not fighting anyone
but yourself.
Stop blaming them.
Stop blaming the people who love you,
no one is out to get you
but yourself.
All your pain is self inflicted.
Let me say that again.
All your pain is self inflicted.

You are holding a gun to your head,
screaming at me with tears running down your face,
why are you doing this to me?

Put down the gun.

Look in a mirror.

**All your pain is self inflicted.
 Apr 2014 J
M
Untitled
 Apr 2014 J
M
you're pointedly avoiding me again
I'm not gonna ******* invite myself over
and **** you
like what the ****
leave me alone
but don't leave me completely alone
just behave normally, please
this isn't helping anything
it's weird and it's uncomfortable and
it makes me feel like **** that you'd rather stand alone
than talk to a group of people that has me in it
 Apr 2014 J
Lunar
we started a painting
when we met.
i was the artist,
and you weren't,
but i was okay with that.
you painted carelessly,
and i cleared up all your mistakes.
it was a beautiful portrait,
and i was beyond ecstasy.
but one day,
i guess you became tired.
holding brushes
and painting in blotches and strokes,
you decided to stop,
you quit and left me there.
i watched you walk out of the painting,
i watched you walk out of my life.
so then, very slowly
i grew more tired on my own.
from colors, to monochromatic.
from rainbow to black and white.
our painting turned dull.
one day, i ended it all,
never touching a single brush.
i never finished the painting.
how would i,
when inspiration is gone?
and only you,
were my inspiration.
 Apr 2014 J
Travis Lue Alston
I like to kiss your forehead and then say that I love you baby.

I like to play with your hair and then stare deep into your seductive eyes baby.

I  like to touch your body especially when you're pushed up against mines baby.

In the cool summer nights
I dreamed of you and you dreamed of me baby
You touched, you tatsed, and I stir everything that we dreamed of remember baby.

I like to slowly draw up every inch of your body with my tongue and move my hands up and down your body like I'm climbing mountains and there seems to be no end it's a beautiful adventure that I will never forget
baby
your body is mine until everything begians to fall but hopefully that won't happen baby I want us to be happy till the end.
 Apr 2014 J
Sally A Bayan
Their eyes meet...
from two opposite corners of the room,
immediately recognizing,
but still familiarizing
eagerly staring
without faltering
each other' s thoughts, they are reading
yet, torn by hindrances existing...

But their hearts and minds overrule...
"forget the couples surrounding!
forget the music playing!
forget the shadows in the dance ongoing!"

Not a blink, not a wink...
eyes, seem deliberating,
steps, though measured, still move in haste,
walking,
the distance, lessening,
crossing,
nearing without knowing...
hands clasp
slowly,
tightly...
lovingly accepting...

Hearts are beating faster,
now communicating...
how could it be possible
to touch without touching?
thinking their lips, kissing,
to hug without embracing,
through their eyes,
caressing...

~~~it is time to escape~~~

Eyes still glued to each other,
face to face this moment,
here...now...
breath against breath,
lips...apart...begging...
both unaware
of their chests thumping...
arms seeking arms,
lips seeking lips...
this is the moment....
sweet, sweet surrender...
love, long withheld, to be released,
desire, has to be unleashed...


Two old lovers,
once lonely doves, now making love,
in their own passionate way,
making up for long lost times...

Two old lovers,
left with no choice but to
tread along life's beaten roads,
find comfort once again,
in each other' s warmth...
arms wouldn't dare let go,
never, never again....



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A Bayan
 Apr 2014 J
nissa
when we reminisce about our childhoods
we laugh at the lies
the kind of lies we don't fully regret
but there is one lie that is just too cruel for me to forget
it wasn't curiousity  that killed the cat
it was the hand that trapped it in an airtight bag
and that hand is you
 Apr 2014 J
Pablo Neruda
Onion,
luminous flask,
your beauty formed
petal by petal,
crystal scales expanded you
and in the secrecy of the dark earth
your belly grew round with dew.
Under the earth
the miracle
happened
and when your clumsy
green stem appeared,
and your leaves were born
like swords
in the garden,
the earth heaped up her power
showing your naked transparency,
and as the remote sea
in lifting the ******* of Aphrodite
duplicating the magnolia,
so did the earth
make you,
onion
clear as a planet
and destined
to shine,
constant constellation,
round rose of water,
upon
the table
of the poor.

You make us cry without hurting us.
I have praised everything that exists,
but to me, onion, you are
more beautiful than a bird
of dazzling feathers,
heavenly globe, platinum goblet,
unmoving dance
of the snowy anemone

and the fragrance of the earth lives
in your crystalline nature.
 Apr 2014 J
Ellie
Bed :)))))
 Apr 2014 J
Ellie
You're  obviously pretty special
I sleep with you every night
All the years I've known you,
We've never gotten in a fight

We spend so much time together,
Like a couple young in love,
But all I seek is rest
From everything I'm tired of

I go to you in need of slight slumber
Or possibly hours of higher number

You're there when I'm mad,
Sad,
Happy,
And even feeling ******

Thanks for being what nobody else could be
And get this in your head;
You mean a lot to me
I'm also talking about my bed
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