“I want you to want me”…

Please welcome back Nathan for tonight’s Guest Poet slot!

You can read more of his work here: https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com

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Cheers

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I’ve imagined obtrusions

within the scope of my dreams

mapped with overtones

of virtuous engorged conception

through some threaded gown

of whispering wandering nightfall

spanning across a timeless terrain

with a tumescence defined

by shadowed lithe curves.

The taut complexion of years

begins to fade as histories

– drenched, restless, and stained –

releases with each pulsing petal

and leaves drift gracefully

from the superb silken skin

of your soiled summer dress.

One thousand years waiting

for the luxury of a moment’s smile.

“I dug some graves, you’ll never find”…

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The years passed by…
But the memories are fresh…

Of seeing her body…
Wrapped in that dress…

A dancing vision…
With haunting eyes…

His view was drawn…
To her hold up thighs…

And in that moment…
His mind was blown…

The plan was set…
The seeds were sown…

She danced for pleasure…
And danced for fun…

But his cold black heart…
Knew she was the one…

She’d be his first…
But not the last…

As in that moment…
The die was cast…

An overwhelming desire…
To assume full control…

He knew he would steal…
Her pure white soul…

He followed her home…
And forced her inside…

Held her hostage…
As she cried, all tied…

He kissed her cheek…
And made her beg…

He had his way…
On her freshly made bed…

When he took her life…
Stole her final breath…

It was so very powerful…
He will never forget…

A feeling he chases…
Each and every day…

Now serial killer…
Seeking out his next prey…

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“Love is a losing game”…

Please welcome back Kavitha as tonight’s Guest Poet.

You can read more of her work here: https://foodforthespiritualsoul.wordpress.com/about/

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Cheers

love

Love has been something that came so easily, for me to do;
However, something that I have found being returned, by so very few.
It at times seems to be a game that requires many risks…that requires leaps and bounds;
Leaving so many echoes in my heart, which are sad, sweet, and profound.

I, at times, wander around, looking, feeling, and seeking…..
For someone wanting of the love that I possess, that is from my heart…leaking.
The moments that I invest with my body, soul, and mind;
Seem to always be reciprocated with acts and emotions that are so unkind.

Though bruised and beaten, my heart refuses to get jaded or frozen;
Despite all of the loss, it strives on to find the one that was of it, chosen.
I admit, each time, there is a wall that needs to be broken through;
This wall so easily comes down, never thick…easy to win over on cue.

Being like a game of tug-o-war in life;
Causing so much happiness….yet so much strife…
Love is such a powerful force;
Causing more good than bad…when focused, it is always a straight course.

So I ‘keep the faith’, with each day that goes by;
Playing the game, over and over, and soar like a dove so high…
Getting closer and closer with each time;
Surviving moments that are tortuous, yet more sublime.

“Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison”…

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You don’t know what you do to me…
You don’t know how this feels…

All these crazy feelings…
Please tell me this is real…

You leave my poor heart pounding…
My head just fucking spins…

I know that I’m not dreaming…
But not sure where we begin…

This attraction is so powerful…
Am so scared of where it’ll lead…

There will be recriminations…
If these actions do succeed…

Do you realise what you started…
Have you any idea what you’ve done…

This sinful world is not my place…
I miss the warmth of the Sun…

There is danger all around us…
In everything we say or do…

Are you really risking everything…
Or are you taking me for a fool…

Your eyes don’t betray your feelings…
Your mouth won’t give you away…

I misinterpret what you say to me…
Is this just a game you play…

I need to know the answer…
There is so much at stake…

Yet I’m gambling everything…
Knowing it will end in sheer heartbreak…

Maybe I need to see a doctor…
Or at least get some therapy…

I need a way to forget your face…
And end this insane fantasy…

But how do I escape you…
Or wipe you from my memory…

I’m trying hard to forget the truth…
And focus on day to day reality…

You don’t know what you do to me…
Please tell me you feel the same…

All these fucked up feelings…
My soul burns with your name…

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“There’s nothing safe, about this life”…

death

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Death’s cold hand,
reaches out again…

Leaving behind misery,
desolation and pain…

A stark reminder,
of how fragile we are…

Here for a moment,
on a journey to the stars…

As the mortal coil,
is forever unwinding…

This life is for living,
yet we are dying…

By day and by night,
we ignore and pretend…

Whilst we edge closer,
to the bittter end…

Knowing that Death,
is always inches away…

We could dodge for years,
or we could go today…

And at that moment,
when we stop breathing…

When we are shown,
the footage of our deceiving…

Those final flashbacks,
like the movie edits…

All of the sins and
all of our regrets…

We’ll finally understand,
just what was planted…

The gift of our life,
we took for granted…

As we arrogantly wandered,
persistently distracting…

With delusions of grandeur,
whilst seldom respecting…

The power of Death and
all that he brings…

Until it’s too late and
the Angel choir sings…

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“Is there nothing more anybody can do”…

Please welcome Susan as my latest Guest Poet.

You can read more of her work here: https://focalbreeze.wordpress.com/

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To those who have partaken, thank you!

Please bear with me as I work through all the recent submissions!

homless

“Across The Tracks”

Curled up in the dead of night,
The sense of sight is stripped away,

The distant train warns to make way.
Shaking the ground, invoking fright.

Under the bridge, they sleep tight.
Garden of hunger, the bodies unfold.

In vain they struggle to ward off the cold.
How I pray, hoping they will be all right.

In the gallows of volition the cages sing,
“Where will my next meal come from?”

Their home where the shadows skulk;
Gathering blankets and all I can bring,

Across the tracks to the slum –
A failed economy, presented in bulk.

“Teardrop on the fire, of a confession”…

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His words were always…

Lost in translation…

She would smile sweetly…

But it was no consolation…

She understood little…

Much to his frustration…

But when their eyes met…

He felt the transformation…

As a lightning bolt hit…

That defied all explanation…

Like star crossed lovers…

From different constellations…

A fantasy come true…

The feeling of pure exhilaration…

From the very first moment…

And very first flirtation…

Where innocence was lost…

When under interrogation…

Driven by Lust’s power…

And the thrill of temptation…

Which blinded their morals…

And erased their education…

Pure souls slowly becoming…

Solied with sinful contamination…

Walking down the path…

Towards eternal damnation…

As corrupted minds…

Shared unspoken conversation…

When stood trembling beside her…

She felt his vibration…

When touching each other…

He was lost to infatuation…

But when it was all over…

Came a wave of aggravation…

As the spite and anger grew…

So did each painful accusation…

But time wandered on…

And in space for contemplation…

Blinded eyes were prised open…

Like a religious revelation…

His words are now always…

Filled with guarded hesitation…

As she looks right through him…

Freed from any expectation…

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Photography by Benoit Courti