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It’s all new and fresh and young,
Glistening like promise on a spring flower.
My fragile, tender silence begs you:
Do not break me for I am weak.

You, with your warm, enveloping skin,
and deep dark, dangerous eyes.
I feel my future in your gentle kiss,
Sense no goodbyes in your eyes.
You are mine.
And I jump into your pool,
sacrifice myself for just one minute more,
to be only yours.

My heart is racing to catch you,
beating so hard it might just burst,
I have an unquenchable thirst and desire
for you and us, for this, our love.
Let it rain.

For GJ 06/10/14

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Zombie

There’s a hunger deep within calling me,
a voice I can’t quite hear.
My desire for something that isn’t free
is binding me to my need.

There’s a need I have that can’t be satiated,
it calls to you I know.
It tricks me because it needs to be fed,
it tells you I want you.

There’s a want in me that cannot be seen,
a lust that can’t be tamed.
It doesn’t care for truth or what has or hasn’t been.
its just starving for flesh.

Feed me.

Drowning

Poem twenty four http://napowrimo.com

Vacant, disconnected, removed.
Grief washes over you in waves
And I can but watch.
You are floating further away from me,
Barely enough strength to keep yourself going.
I reach out to catch you but
You cannot open your eyes long enough to see me.
I throw you a life raft but I miss.
I knew I would.
You’re drowning now and no one can save you.
My hope is just keeping you afloat.
Swim.

Medicated

Poem twenty three http://napowrimo.com

Constrained and bound,
Beholden,
Held at ransom.

Every decision governed,
Free will removed,
Choices stolen.

It’s ‘for the best’
‘The only way’
‘My best chance’

I’m suffocating,
Suffering,
Rejecting the truth.

And in time I breathe,
The air is clear,
The chains unwind.

Searching for something that can’t be found

Poem nineteen http://napowrimo.com

The weight of words I want to say
is pressing down on me.
A familiar sound, face or voice
and suddenly you’re there.

I feel your presence though it can’t be true.
Every fleeting glance in a crowd
reminds me I should be looking.

Searching for something that can’t be found.

I look at a vast sky that houses us both,
and wonder silently where you are.
I will you to call out to us.

Every month that goes by you recede further,
to unknown corners of my memory.
I fear a day when you are lost completely.

Till then I am just searching for someone who can’t be found.

Fairytale Friday

Poem ten- http://napowrimo.com Friday nights alright for fighting,
Cheap wrappers and spilled kebabs strewn the wet cobbles.
An aria of drunken female screeching is set off by the rhythmic shouts of the ‘lads’.
Skirts barely skimming ass cheeks over tan streaked legs,
Rain hits down on cold,goosebumped skin,
running mascara and no coats are regulation uniform here.
Staggering on scuffed cheap heels a girl screams and mourns her lost love.
Her friends pay homage to her pain, passing her some chips and holding back her hair as she vomits.
Rainbow sick that smells like aniseed and sugar splatters the pavement.
Her knight disappears around a corner, yelling his displeasure.
She sinks to the wet floor, avoiding the coloured puddle she’s left by only a whisker.
Discarding their empty wrappers her mates conclude – its time to call a taxi. 

By: BeckyBite