Rules: Read each other’s writing and try to keep an even tempo. As for theme, I want this to be a collection of short poems. You should set it out like this… “~ (Your poem 3 – 5 lines, medium length, no chat language, content your choice)” Please include the ~ and a line break before your lines when you post. (Ignore the rule that says only two lines
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| ~ I’ve been gone. I came back to visit once. Now, I’ve come back to stay. | |
| ~ Walking away from something long forgotten - Something I forgot from the first time I looked in your eyes | |
| ~ Lying in wait makes me ill... My stomach screams From its place on the floor. | |
| ~ I can not chase that weary beast His reflection stains me with delirium As I try to drink him away, Even as he smolders beside me Rubbing salt in my open wounds | |
| ~ A memory that haunts He lingers and pauses to taste the crimson And I cry my melting tears | |
| ~ Warden of the state of mind and I, Ride little Dune Buggy nightmares As we crest the sand hills, Back wheels spinning for miles In soft boggy patches of Law | |
| ~ I once saw the truth It was given to me in her eyes There I saw true innocence | |
| ~ I tried to find it and lost the will to remember why To will the will I starved, slowly forgetting why I cry. | |
| ~ The blood in the veins was real The diamonds eye Was all too piercing | |
| ~ I shuddered as I thought why the loss of my innocence? As I stare blindly into the sky And lose all sense of conscience | |
| ~ I fell into my hatred, Feared by the worst of all Held in the darkened embrace of all, I once knew too well | |
| ~ When to twain shores sifting Through town dross an eye fluttered; Consider all the ways to paint such laconic Dreamscapes and tempered senses-- This form is not form of itself Just sight columns; Colonnades of round emotion... | |
| ~ He smothered me then, The infectious art of strangulation Laughing at every blind scream I wrote He called me dear and I knew that He loved me once when his dreams were Small gods on the concrete | |
| ~ Silver fish dart past me goading The gentle swell with their tails I discover ocean’s gill-gifted freedom | |
| ~ Hiding within fust of tides Love opens its vaults Feeding famished stars with sight | |
| ~ It once was lost to me, I didn't know where to go I thought it was somewhere beyond this But I know better now than to search the world over and now I'm back to stay | |
| ~ Hours and days later and I can still smell you so vividly, as if I never stopped inhaling. | |
| ~ The charcoal and the rain Smear me clean with a Disdain I wish wasn't real, Because I can not stop breathing him in Even as my vision blurs with prisms, Refracting blindingly white dread across the wall | |
| ~ Dispersion at work rainbow in cyan and magenta imperfections in the glass reflecting in shadows | |
| ~ Such a shame to see the Stain spread like thighs might React, to the temper of trust | |
| ~ It parts an outline on his bones He always was too pretty for the picture show Silvered moonlight flesh and a satiny caress Pallid is the face that haunts my sleep | |
| ~ Let me hide in my darkness Away from the light I'm not afraid to run further But please hold me tight | |
| ~ Yet the statues still plead for his raw and rough chiselling words: concrete dust extruding from my numbness | |
| ~ The wind rustles these open windows Blowing in dry dusty leaves I crouch tighter in my dark corner Soon, soon, I will be free | |
| ~ Mirror images Reflections of a post traumatic Fireball, burning for too long in the fog | |
| ~ In small measures notes are taken So that we may dissect The way flowers look down To watch blades, slide into stem Veins bleeding chlorophyll teardrops | |
| ~ Into a pit for a pendulum that's cracked, where lyricists circle each other in duels made from ink... And the cheshire cat smiles on | |
| ~ "Purr..." Comments the cat; Watching me closely. It's eyes gleam and glint in the moonlight As I stare into the foggy, distant night. | |
| ~ What ways she chooses to cast – Her spells are only that, just spells But her poems, now they are spells That cast as hooks… | |
| ~ ...Her words, the bait, Reeling in the needed company, Solace for wounds inflicted in supposed love. These strangers, drawn in, Will stay, for once, and purr. | |
| ~ marmalade vinyl suspenders hastily confined to frozen suspension of assets amidst time's slow demise breathing fire, lighting the splendid. |
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