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fjamesj9701

Monster Inside of My Closet

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Theres a monster that lives inside of my closet
and he looks just like me
He's awakened by the silence of darkness
because he cannot sleep
He has electric eyes
and they are filled with so many of his dreams
But along with inspiration they fall away into a great deep nothing
Sometimes I can hear him whispering scary things
from underneath my bed
But at times I just think he's alone and he just wants a friend
Other times I go into the bathroom
and I repeat his name
Then I turn the light back on just to see his face again
But what I see coming through in the mirror is a forgotten life
Then I think maybe he's not that scary he just wears a disguise
And when I close the door I see his silhouette at the end of the hall
I close my eyes and realize there is no one at all
Then the silence is abruptly broken by a telephone ring
I pick it up to say hello, but I can only hear screams
But I know now that I'm not being haunted
this is all just in my head
A mixture of over thinking about the shit I just want to forget

*JJF*
4/17/2013
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Pulling out some old vinyl and chose to listen to some Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon, then I don't know, this is what I came up with....
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fjamesj9701

Tomorrow

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My self destructive button has been enabled
As I carve out the first piece for my table
Where I will sit alone having a dinner made for two
I watch the candles slowly burn until darkness fills the room
Then I light a cigarette to give myself an excuse
Tomorrow will be better if I choose
I know nothing in this world will last forever
Except the bitterness of asking God for favors
All I have I hold so dear to me
But it escapes through my eyes as they begin to bleed
Tomorrow will the angels sing a song for peace
I pull the covers to my neck, but I just cant sleep
I feel the presence of the devil inside my room
Satisfied that my love has been consumed
But I will find my way back into the morning light
I may be down but I wont give up the fight
You can bend my will, but I will never break
Tomorrow soon will come giving me another day
So I close my heart with my hands and face the night alone
Suddenly my shivers are gone as I embrace the cold
Before I know it tomorrows sunshine fills the room
And outside of my window I watch a flower bloom
Here and there and then I'm back here again
Sitting at my table without my only friend



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4/15/2013
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Posted: Apr 2013
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shadow1950

Friendship

When I was in a dark place
lost in depths of sorrow
a bright light glinted at me
gleaming tugging me forward

as slowly my feet dragged me
towards it, it grew and grew
until I reached it at last
and was bathed, washed clean

that light led and guided me
from bitter black despair
surrounding my soul with love
the love of true friends

the light was all of you
reaching out to me
lightening my way
with words of hope

telling me with kindness
never fear we are here
to comfort you and let
me know I am not alone
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
everyone has dark moments few are lucky enough to have friends such as you my poet friends
extra special tnx to M.M, Ken and to Phyllis and Sophia the help you each gave was enormous
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shadow1950

Lets Bake a Cake

I wanted to bake a cake
but found I had no flour
off to the miller I went
alas he said I have none

the farmer didn't bring
any wheat for me to mill
he asked me to go and see
why he had not been along

I went to see the farmer
but he was laid up in bed
he'd slipped of the ladder
now his back he'd strained

he asked if I could take
his wheat to the mill
so I loaded it in the cart
set off back to the mill

on the way a wheel fell off
so to the blacksmith I went
he said he'd soon be along
when he had shod the horse

soon he came and fixed the cart
once more off I set on my way
the sun shining, we bumped along
until at last at the mill we arrived

the miller was so grateful
all my flour I got for free
I set off for home ready to bake
that cake I had been dreaming of

I lit the oven so it would be hot
the ingredients I started to mix
I added all the dry stuff, alas
I had no eggs just an empty box

to hen coop I went to get some
found six beauties under the hen
she pecked me as I took them
giving a right squawk of disgust

back to the bowl where I added two
whipping the butter into the mixture
added some milk, then poured it out
filling the cake tin three quarters full

Into the oven I put my tin
leaving it to bake slowly
my tummy rumbling as it cooked
at last it was ready, I left it

on the windowsill to cool a bit
while I laid the table for tea
I went to get it to slice it up
alas that wretched hen got there first
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
I think that hen will be Sunday dinner
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zeeshanr

Be Near Me

You who demolish me, you whom I love,
be near me. Remain near me when evening,
drunk on the blood of skies,
becomes night, in the other
a sword sheathed in the diamond of stars.
Be near me when night laments or sings,
or when it begins to dance,
its stell-blue anklets ringing with grief.
Be here when longings, long submerged
in the heart’s waters, resurface
and everyone begins to look:
Where is the assasin? In whose sleeve
is hidden the redeeming knife?
And when wine, as it is poured, is the sobbing
of children whom nothing will console–
when nothing holds,
when nothing is:
at that dark hour when night mourns,
be near me, my destroyer, my lover me,
be near me.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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lindsyjonesonline today!

Just trying to fly again

your strength is my wing
I do want to ride in
please be gentle
as my weakness
is in the howling wind

I am who I am
you are who you are
but if we choose to be
kind and gentle
with love and respect
we can go very far.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
thanks for all your read and comments

I will be away for a couple of days and may all my loving members of this community be happy.

I love you all

Phyllis
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candykid

Wordplay

My intellect detects...
The things that I select...

I inspect what I inject...
To protect what I project...

I correct what can't connect...
And reflect what can deflect...

I reject all your respect...
I dissect what you protect...

Emotional detector, the supreme protector...
Dissector selector...
Deflector respector...

Corrector connector...
Protector projector...
Injector inspector...
Expect hurt...

A perfect reflector with a painful rejector...
You are the ultimate emotional detector....
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Just wordplay again.
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Mizzy4

" Cold Wind--Warm Skin "

Drawn to the privacy of the quiet beach,
And the deafening roar of the waves,
To the mangled shells, and seagull screech,
We surrendered to our bodies, like slaves.

For that seaside was our wild and secret love place,
With our toes we drew hearts in the shale,
A handful of seaweed she smeared in my face,
I splashed water on her bare bosoms pale.

The sea spray bit cold on our naked skin,
As she teased and taunted so well,
Her magnetic curves how they drew me in,
Like the ocean I did seethe and swell.

Goose bumps crawled on our bodies entwined,
As the harsh wind caressed from the South,
We groped for heat from desires combined,
And the warm saline taste of our mouths.

The moonlight danced high as the sea did ebb,
Our spent bodies now bared to the sky,
The traces of our love play on the rippled sandy bed,
Not even the waves could deny.

We lay starkers on the strand, no madding crowds,
Still flirting in the naughty nip,
Our only company the shadows of the clouds,
And the drone of a distant ship.

Alas ! Our bliss was destined to fade,
Ne'er again to converge in the tide,
The moon no more a voyeur to lust displayed,
When mad youths their pleasures not hide.

Memories now so vivid, I could nearly touch,
The tangles in her wild windswept hair,
Or fondle the breasts that I miss so much,
As across the barren beach I stare.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
In a bold Irish mood today !
A recent beach stroll brought back
these memories of youth.
Would I do it today ?
Damn right I would. Ha Ha !
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darkhorse555

reality of hate

entering life's core
center crust
of existence
tore from limb
to limb
serving in peace
inside the heartache

opening crypts
within the mind
speaks in
its own world
is this life
we live
worth living

naked outside
our being
such bitterness
could turn
the beauty
of joy
into sadness

a battlefield within
oneself could turn
love into hate
pain and suffering follows
overturning happiness leaving
the dreaded darkness
of oncoming doom
words spoken meaningless
full of
empty promises

a forever dream
destroying future plans
one foolish game played
judging one completely
without good reason
down trodden
without mercy
fighting in
the light

your shame
is haunting
turning a sanctuary
into a dark prison
emotions greater
than oneself
found the answers
behind unforgiving
truth in reality
i let you go
with love
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
some people never forgive the smallest of deeds hate is there guiding force
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Girlygirl196349

SHE

As I look in the mirror
I ask myself
Who is she
Could she really be me
How could that be
She looks so sad
Her once pink poutty lips
Have now turned into a frown
What happened to she
This woman staring back at me
Has sad brown eyes
I can see the thin lines
Forming around her eyes
As much as she tries
She can't hide
Those sad brown eyes
She can't
For you see
She's me!!
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
These eyes will dance again and the frown iits just an upside down smile
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