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LAST KISS

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As I looked into your eyes I knew something was wrong And then you said goodbye We had been together too long You said you didn't feel for me The same way I did for you And after years of our love We were actually through I said you won't go You said you can't stay But how was I supposed to know It would all end that day I told you how much I would miss Each and every day And that was when we kissed And you turned and walked away.   Author: Amy M. Kurtz Download from play store directly  

The Noise by Lee Posna

a Sargasso of monologues that were all attracted to the noise � Clive James As the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, gyre of voyaged plastic Irkutsks and chemical sludge, most fecund upper section and sunniest of a deep pelagic cylinder sea myriad thousand cubic miles big with bright anchovies is one lens on a century so this rose window� arabesque brass tracery to which myriad

Just You

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I just called to say I love you, it's your silly wonder boy I just rang to say I need you, I love being your favorite toy. I just shout to say I want you, I will do it all day long I just whisper that I miss you, and sometimes do it with a song. I just want to kiss and caress you, and ease away your pain I just need to be close to you, it drives me so insane. I just have to make love to you, whenever I see your face I just need to feel each bit of you, when you're at my place. I just ache to have a part of you, with you I'm so obsessed I just have to give my life to you, as you're the very best. I just dream of having all of you, it's a selfish silly thing I just hope it is the same for you, more than a passing fling. I just smile when I think of you, and sometimes shed a tear I just have to consume all of you, my true love is so sincere. I just seem to want my life with you, every single day I just can't wait to be with you, that will never go away. I j

Untitled by Ema Saiko

Yabase Shichoku planted a thousand cherry trees on Mt Kinsho and asked friends for poems; I was one of them. Making flowers your life, keeping your pleasure unchanged, a thousand, ten thousand clusters you've managed to

Villon in Millerton by James Norcliffe

for Leicester Kyle 1 a plank bed in a gully and a woman there with a buckled mouth my hand plunged deep in her pigfern turpentine and tea-tree the sour-smoke smell of damp coal in the scuttle and flat beer on the bench once I stood so tall on a stolen Triumph my hair streamed behind like a thousand freedoms now I stand two miles above flatlanders

JUST TO BE ME

The sun is setting on a lonely day The colours are splitting, the perfect way Your strolling home as you see this too And I watch from a window thinking of you From this day on, Ill look forever That magical sunset, our memories together To help me through when my life gets tough And when I feel that Ive had enough The sun you see, makes me think of you The miracle of it, the wonder too I see you both everyday as you know To stop seeing either, Id have to say, no The bright colours shine from within my heart The colours of a sunset, a special part Of a day in my life I wish you could see Just whats its like, just to be me.

Symbols that make up the breaking girl by Helen Rickerby

First comes feet, on tippy tippy toe � a stretching, a reaching for approval, perfection, a cracking a creaking, a split and a snap, but nothing that a good length of tape and some newly brokenin shoes can�t fix, shoes with the insides torn out like an inquisition, then beaten and slashedlittle dancers, little digits, they carry her away The next, a cliche�, but an oldy and a goody,