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 Oct 2012 Tallulah
Daisy Chain
Hereditary is the world
from one universe to the next.
How can I believe that you
are the one truly blessed?

Is your skin of gold?

Is your heart soaked pure?

Delicate is the honesty,
of all that you endure.

Belief is as distant
as a butterfly at night.
Night, flight, caught and bite.
No longer will see the light.
Goodnight.

I refuse to believe.
he walks, both day and night
always searching for the light
the one he thinks will take him home
he's so tired of being alone
always going in circles, going nowhere
nobody notices, nobody seems to care
holding on to the life he used to know
but he feels it, that it's time to let go
the answer is finally clear
he was wronged here
and he has to forgive
the one who didn't let him live
the troubled man who had a knife
who didn't hesitate to take his life
and steal his wallet and his coat
it all goes black and he starts to float
but he sees the faces, the ones that grieve
and he's afraid, so afraid to leave
years have passed, time has no meaning
it doesn't feel real, what if he's dreaming
so he walks in circles, going nowhere
and nobody notices
nobody cares
 Oct 2012 Tallulah
Olivia
I crave
 Oct 2012 Tallulah
Olivia
I crave to touch his skin
in my mind it feels so soft
and divine
In my dreams he lies with his arms around me
the way we used to lay
His hand with
all ten of his fingers
would wrap
around my arms and my wrists and my fingers
Every small piece of him
would be with every piece of me
as to not make our bodies lonely
He’d gently push away a string of my hair
to free the skin lying underneath
as to make room for his lips to kiss all these
undiscovered places.
My hands were to explore him,
tracing my fingers along to wherever they would reach
So then when I would find myself alone
I’d be able to remember all those little places and parts that
I would eventually be terrified of forgetting
I can still recall
how my naked body would move with his
and how we were
in perfect harmony
 Oct 2012 Tallulah
Destiny Diadem
What is beauty?
Is it you?
Or is it the lanky girl with a giraffe attitude?
What is it? Please tell me.
Is it you?
Or is it the strong man with muscles bulging through?
I say, what is beauty?
Is it you?
Is beauty the lady with face white as snow?
Or is it the boy with radiant teeth all in a row?

What is beauty?
It is the woman with a midnight frame?
Or perhaps it’s the gentleman with the famous name.
What is beauty?
Does it have a certain look?
Can we all read about it in an exclusive book?

Is beauty long curly hair?
Is it **** and fair?
Is it dark and proud?
Does it whisper or speaks aloud?
Is it the angry chick that’s been abused?
Is it the dude that’s been refused?
Is it the rich house?
Is it the old shack with a mouse?
Is it the evil ones that cheat?
Is it the ones who eat not meat?
Is it the ones who lick tears?
Is it the ones who hide all their fears?

What is beauty?
Is it you?
Is it you?
Is it me?
I wrote an article today about women who are trying to date after breast cancer. I think this poem goes with the theme in that article. This poem is also a continuation of the last poem I wrote about not judging a book by its cover.
http://www.examiner.com/article/dating-after-breast-cancer-1?cid=db_articles
 Oct 2012 Tallulah
Rachel Foxton
I'm coated in wax
Your flame laced words too close.

You melt my outer shell
Revealing the cracks in my intricate mask.

Panic seeps through
The promise of exposure bittersweet.

I embrace
Change my colour and form to simplify.

But you stop
No longer curious for the truths hidden inside.

Brushed aside
Just a pretence of care you need for my sympathy vote.

Once again
Half exposed, only to the harshness of reality.

The fires out
I owe you nothing.
 Oct 2012 Tallulah
Daniel Kenneth
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me not
She loves me not
It always comes back to this
Affection from afar
One sided, hidden
Longing infecting my every thought
Every moment, every action
Defined by the ultimate question
What if?

What if, she did love me
How would things be
Nights together under the stars, secrets swapped like treasures
Or how it usually is
Cold
Empty
Painful
I don't search for an answer to What if
Because I am afraid to find out
 Oct 2012 Tallulah
SWB
Had to hang up the lead foot
for a while, hopefully for good,
after a near crash the other week.
I was pushin the red line
vision smeared, thumbs angry,
voice sharp- wild like prairie wind.
So tonight it's just beer,
nothing that can cause combustion,
I've retired the horn,
and traded my brights
for a moon roof,
cause with her I like cruising-
and all I want is to enjoy the breeze,
drop her off safely, and remember
where I parked the beater.
my days are alight
and nights burn
in a quiet fire
love's incandescent longing
parches me dry
and yet
in that constant flame
I find you
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