I'll be more concerned when I start having naked in public realities...

Assassin

This inner-turmoil,
I must remember,
is just that:
inner
turmoil.
Chaos created
from within
the confines of my own mind.
Disturbances
that only I
can see, hear, taste, or feel.
And yet it couldn’t be more real.
It is the power
and the pit-fall
of every human soul.
The need to know
if
and when
and why
and how.
And the need to know it
now.
Without regard
for repercussions
or remorse
for pride gone wrong.
And once we find the answer,
we claim we
knew it all along.

Thank you...

jeff
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myka

it actually was...

It was over before it started.

I was empty-handed.

You were empty-hearted.

I was reaching blindly

into your abyss.

No surprise it ended up like this.

See, I had no reason

and you had no rhyme.

And it was all a great waste of time.

Never would have happened.

Never could have been.

Just another battle I’ll never win.

Just another love

draped in illusion.

Time to unravel this grand delusion.

And at the core

what it will say

is that things were meant

to be this way.

Very nice, Isaac

How is it
When I look at this world
I am not overcome with sadness
I caress
Tiptoes in thunderstorms
Transgression to transgression
The sea boils
I can hear the hiss at night
In those moments when you are not me
A tear swells
But has nowhere to fall
Gravity, for once, giving way to the melancholy
This moment
Or perhaps that one over there
Offers the opportunity for absolute clarity
What I do
Internalize the chaos outside
In an attempt to find connection with the inhabitants
What I find
The absurdities within me
Are no match for the insanity of humanity
I’m sorry
For having said way too much
Or for having said nothing at all to anyone
The shadows
Of the overlapping spheres of life
Part for the god ray that accuses my presence
And I bow
In the light of my own judgment

I realize that darkness resides ever about me

Since you just had to give me the whole guilt trip thing...
Here's a little "hello", sweets

If you want for me again
and I am not there,
conjure me through these words,
as every line same of I
as blood, as bone,
as skin and soul.
If you need for me again
trace along with me in intimate whispers
the great loves of my life,
friend, lover, comrade, sister,
meter, metaphor, comma, couplet.
You will be not certain
of what or whom I write
but I will be with you
and you with me.

Thank you

Jason
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The_Pete
(((Harold)))

To read without breathing
between these fragments of words
find me
with your lips
here, press your finger to them
now and say tongue
nipple waist toe
belly button earlobe
Neck offered
a wrist exposed

These things we hide
to discover
beneath beneath
like crying or dreaming

The laughter we seek
as destination, a drawing-
bodies as bridges
arched spine arm elbow thigh
warm blood coursing
below the surface

The thoughts sent to air
or paper
The perfect wisdom of bodies
creeping into our imagination
to slake this craving
where it’s warm and quiet
to change the way things are
today

The Lighter Side of Funny

The lighter side is funny
like typing the words funny bunny
the secret face of silly
just like a silly billy
running about with whispers
of how this girl is crazy

the dreamy side of daring
like writing about kiss and caring
the underside of wistful
when she isn’t quite so serious
and profoundly stuck up to her knees
in self created mud.

the wicked side of giggles
of fluffy tossing pillows
of whacking heads with vigor
the pattern of a smile
catching one eager eye
with something resembling focus

the glimmering of a chuckle
saying uncle at long last
and letting one hand beckon
and flutter like a month
while you contemplate
the spelling gone awry

or did I?

Yes...

Finding not but the favor of doubt
My soul coils
Orates itself to the ambient
Hides in cool shadow
And hisses at passers by

I smile the obligatory smile
And nod and espouse
My tongue losing relations
Front and back

I find comfort in this cold world
Trickling breeze collecting leaves
Though summer sun bakes top of trees
My breath is chilly hot

I am through trying to make sense of this
…Of me

From this point forward let nature take its course
I will affect things but on a quantum level
With the exception
Of the vacuum of my being

I actually have that problem quite a bit, so I understand. You are very welcome

You may
Thank you for asking

Future Tense

I let my eyes
picture you emerging, before me
offering up that treasured gift, your smile
twisting your lips with held humor
into something profoundly lovely
and quite breathtaking to behold.
Ashamed of fantasizing again
I turn and douse the light.

I lie there and contemplate the ceiling
and picture my life in years
will I be but a silent eye
forever withholding sorrow
with hope that I am not wrong
to believe in something, quite insane
as loving you one day?

Apostrophe

Because you see me.
Because you make me laugh.
Because you believe in integrity.
Because you're honest with me.
Because you say all the best things.
Because you tell me I'm beautiful.
Because you listen to me rant.
Because you're so gobsmackingly smart.
Because you teach me stuff all the time.
Because you're generous.
Because you believe there aren't enough love letters in the world.
Because you're interested. And interesting.
Because I want to touch your face.
Because you think about when stuff is important to me. Even when it's not really.
Because you're kind.
Because you're sexy.
Because you make me feel sexy.
Because you pay attention.
Because you write like a writer and see the world with an artist's eye.
Because you care about apostrophes.
Because you make me feel better than I am.
Because I believe you.
Because I believe in you.
Because you're interested in so many things.
Because you remember stuff. And remind me.
Because you don't judge me. Or measure me. Or try to change me.
Mostly because you're you.

Thank you...

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Harold
mteagle
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I have nowhere to scream
no voice to scream with
with not a thing that has not been screamed before
yet I feel it within me
a futile scream
Like cancer spreading through me
insidiously occupying my actions
my words
my thoughts
If fills my eyes
I see it in every glimmer of light
every projection of shadow
It is cotton in my ears
deafening me to the world
It swells
even now
in my throat
It torments the bowels of me
awaiting explosion
release
awakening
But in the end
it will be not
but
expelled
hot
air