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 Apr 2015 Nicole Ashley
anu
I Miss her
Its not that i want her

But i miss her
Because i only miss her

I'm happy
while talking with her in memories

But i'm not happy
when i think that i can talk only in memories

Though it is painful
Memories are better than real life..
I miss her like anything..i don't want to disturb her..God,  let me have some short term memory loss for a while..
Wind in hair
& Sun on skin,

Sweet as Day,
Dark as Night,

A love that once was...
But will never be

I kiss your head and whisk you asleep...
Goodbye my lovely dream
Ready to party.
Looking real cool.
The guys on the walkway passing.
Wasted effort chuckling as children do.
"Ha ha  look at that fool.
Look at the state of that".

She wanted to fire up her violent tongue.
Give it to them with both barrels.
Draw them in and have them hung.
They deserved it nothing less.
This lady she was not a mess.

Her confidence chucked at the base of the heap.
Their words were only ignorant cheap.
The lady wanted to fight back,

Did she care, of course she did, her voice was hid, got stuck in her throat, tangled in her confidence, got stuck inside her throat.
She's pretty gorgeous for the average old goat..(sorry, just had to find a rhyme)
I should not have been treated so appallingly.
Use your cruel words quietly.

Should have made them realise the error of their ways.
These men should really think of what they say.
Rather than being yesterday's ignorant heroes.

If I were more of a fighter,
I would have taken my side.
Make a declaration, that women hurt and children cry and  most men shoot ******* without thinking.
Generally after drinking.
I wonder why.
Misogynistic idiots,
must be the April reason,
or the end of the afternoons session,
too much beer left them messing with my feelings.
(C) LIVVI
This isn't aimed at all men.....
She's hiding beneath the cold mortuary table.
Her contents spilled over the slab.
Took a stab in the dark as she strolled through the park.
On her way home from work.  
Some kinda ****, grabbed the ****** for slaughter.
****** got grabbed by the miserable pedlar.
Passed on his bike,  waving his knife.
Nobody saw him despatching his *****.


Precious and beautiful
Bountiful bubbly.
Neath the image portrayed.
Dry skin and cold scores.
The **** trade, just a little bit sordid.
Told her **** she weren't happy.
Pulled out a knife.
Slaughtered her ripped her,
Ended her life.

Under the table hid the ******.
Life lost.
Bad man.
Bad company.
Accompanied him to a life full of sin.
She didn't know, she just had to go.
(c)Livvi
This came to me before sleep last night...I have never been a ****** **
I forgot the sound of your voice
By accident, not by choice. The
Moist breath that escaped that
Opening on your face.  Can you
Speak once again so I can
Spend the next months away
From you without going insane.
Say my name, as if you came
With a roar louder than a train.
It gets better
Maybe not now
Maybe not tomorrow
But I promise it would be

Give it time
And it would heal, eventually
Some things takes time
There is no need to rush

When it does get better
You would never notice
Because you already forgotten
The broken pieces you once were

So take the time
To clear your thoughts
And give your self time
Because in the end... You'll make it
 Apr 2015 Nicole Ashley
falling
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry that i fell for you,
and you fell for me.
i'm sorry i try to be
someone i'm
not,
just so you won't
worry.
i'm sorry i don't
fit into your cookie cutter
format, even though
i'm dying to.
i'm sorry i don't see
myself the way you
say you do and
i'm sorry that i
will never love
myself
the way you say you
love me i'm sorry.
ps. I think I love you, but I'm afraid to tell you. the poem isn't about us but  this is.
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