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 Dec 2014 islam
Barkley Layne
Pains
 Dec 2014 islam
Barkley Layne
He does not give me butterflies

Anymore.

No, the feeling he gives me in my stomach,

It stings.
 Dec 2014 islam
Sybl
That is all.
The title explains itself.
And if I could have back my wasted time,
I'd waste it on something else.
 Dec 2014 islam
Mike Hauser
early 50's
don't mean maybe
here i come
slap the baby
hear me screaming
now i'm breathing
the proud parents
really beaming
mid december
it is chilly
named me mike
instead of billy
adolescence
before you know it
kind of shy
don't you blow it
moved away
because of dad
left behind
friends i had
teenage years
finally settled
florida
from seattle
culture shock
plus the weather
all i had
sonic sweaters
took no time
skin to leather
from the color
alabaster
here's the years
i discovered
full time friends
part time lovers
a few times
things got drastic
drank to much
acted spastic
laid around
worked on fattening
mom and dad
were not laughing
as they begged
on their knees
find a job
so you can leave
i joined in
the military
with no war
not too scary
found a girl
we got married
had some kids
now it's scary
lost my job
lost my dime
standing in
unemployment lines
found a job
things are fine
moving to
the prime of life
with the kids
still at home
things are moving
right along
from the left
to the right
that's the story
of my life
Today I'm a year older so what better way I figure than to rerun the story of my life in a nutshell.
Or actually in a poem...
 Dec 2014 islam
Mike Hauser
You can smile the smile of perfection
Leave a twinkle in the eye
Move in every direction
As the camera hides the lies

You can take the shot over
Adding dark shades with the brightest of hues
Keeping off camera one thing or another
Hiding what blemishes you choose

Touch it up with Photo Shop
Dress for success in this life
Keep the negatives in the dark room
As the camera hides the lies

Put on an air of achievement
When you haven't really done a thing
Except pose and make love to the flashbulb
Bringing us all into your make believe scene

If we ever knew the real you
Would what your selling, we'd buy
One thing I know as the truth
The camera hides the lies
 Dec 2014 islam
rained-on parade
(of broken hearts)

I keep saying that I was alright.
But then everytime I met someone who liked me I
would feel ruined.

Like the tunnels of my throat
has your signal lost
and the anatomy of my heart a hot ****** mess.
Its mixing up the hush from my lungs into my veins
reminding
me of how I couldn't talk you down.
I should just quit writing.
 Dec 2014 islam
Daniel Kenneth
shattered glass can never truly be fixed
and what's now ash can never return to what it once was
i'll never forgive you for how you treated me
and i'll never forget what you threw away
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