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Temptation’s Door

Everytime I bleed, I bleed for you
And everytime I cry it’s because of you
Want to know everything will be just perfect But life just ruins it.

I’ve scratched your name into my arm way too many times times And I’ve grown dead inside I’ve become nothing inside.

I would have sung for you,
And been damn good for you.

It would have changed your perspective,
And changed my ways,
But knowing I could, would make it just perfect.

Lead me not into temptation,
I can find the way myself,
Because you were right there waiting,
Just whistling a tune whilst my broken voice, chants our name.

I think we have an emergency,
Are you listening.

 

This is a poem which reflects my past relationships and how stupid I was to take things so seriously when I had everything I wanted right in front of me.
I would just like to say thank you to my partner jamie!

 

Spirit World

Comes the day
that thoughts die down
eyes opened
still are blind

Rising of throng spirits
of the past
piercing my heart
piercing
again and again
poisoning the present
into a pool of grief
to the bottom
of my soul

The pain, the intense pain
of deeply loving in vain
To be abandoned
make them banished
to the gaol
of my memories

Yearning for
a voice in the storm
a voice
that is not there

Frightened like a child
fumbling for a hand
in the dark
Putting my ear to the ground
and scanning the spirits

I feel SO alone
and let the tears come
one
by one

Water outside-
fire within-
Still the courage
for a new life

The morning comes
broken heart
heart
broken

Feeling like shouting:
I am the bride
and still separate…

Will I ever
enter the circle

Soshanna

Soledade

I’m taking a Sunday walk on an empty road

the celebrated sun pushes from behind

my shadow stretches a mile long before me

I am not lost in thought I just walk

carelessly kicking pebbles and stones along the way

As if they were the scattered letters of individual words

of broken sentences from the answers I

have not heeded and now in my greatest need

They are just so much dust and gravel to scuff my shoes

stones to skip across the lake and boulders to build a cairn

for some-one who may or may not one-day wonder

for at least a solitary moment

about the one who has taken the time and trouble

to use these wasted answers and all these

discarded dreams to build a monument of rubble

that has no meaning that doesn’t do anything.

But when my own shadow is as my betrothed

my shade likened to a lover, there it is

my reflection has become my sole companion

everywhere I go

I have grown to detest my own wearisome caress

How I despise what my flesh must accept as pleasure

For one alone who has fallen falls and falls so foul so low

with no others arms to reach out and catch them

so lost so craven where there is no care to soften

When the tongue has become torn in ragged bloody shreds

From pleading imploring beseaching using every possible word

Or combination therein in every language ever spoken by man

Asking whatever power there is that may govern

To bring whom I have proven so worthy of over and over

Yet alone here

I

stand

There is not gold enough from ten thousand rainbows

Nor any answers from the mysterys of the secrets of the ages

that could possibly have any value

No!

Nor could mean a god damned thing to me!

 

© m e m/ 2001/ QuickSand Ballet

 

Loneliness, A Sickness

by Midnight Starr

.
The worst disease,
In the universe,
Loneliness.
Greater than AIDS,
Cancer,
Or the Bird Flu.

The cause of this illness,
Being different,
And heart-broken,
Does kill anyone,
Anywhere.
Millions of people,
Die from this,
Each year.

Babies die from it,
Due to apathetic parents,
Who cannot afford,
Food on the plate.

The elderly die,
from this atrocity,
Ignored and abused,
With no one to turn to.

Kids and teenagers,
Get infected too.
Peer Pressure.
They feel distant,
From the clique.

People who are sick,
With this disease,
Are suicidal,
Wondering how,
To get the fuck out,
Of this harsh world?

Loneliness affects nature too,
An animal is ostracized,
From their tribe,
Forced to fend for themselves,
Alone,
Then die.

This is a horrible sickness,
Loneliness.
There is no cure,
Nor government funding.
There are millions of symptoms.
We dilute ourselves,
To avoid.
But the disease keeps,
Coming back,
Like a cancer.

Iodine

the timing is wrong

this desire and fascination

driven by an unknown force

a perfect drug

a mixture created in a bathroom sink

collected in an iodine dropper

muscles clench

stomach rejects

let it out

get it out

falling to the floor

hands and knees meet broken glass

absorbs it into them

the body

keeps sucking it up

sucking it in

devouring this poison

loves it

licks it

can’t kick this

can’t pull out now

too late to go back

just give in

body to floor

broken bottles feel stomach

breast

thighs

creeping over and crawling in

a million pests burrowing

don’t fight it

lay still

and just absorb

K.