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You, Me & My Anxiety
i suppose when you said you like
your women complex
and 'with a little something extra'
you didn't mean
a two for one deal
i suppose i am
'a whole lot of woman'
in a whole lot
of ways
i suppose if you seek
someone with 'personality'
you're in luck with me
some would say I have plenty
i know this wasn't
the sort of steamy threesome
you may have had on your mind
i'm sorry
your women complex
and 'with a little something extra'
you didn't mean
a two for one deal
i suppose i am
'a whole lot of woman'
in a whole lot
of ways
i suppose if you seek
someone with 'personality'
you're in luck with me
some would say I have plenty
i know this wasn't
the sort of steamy threesome
you may have had on your mind
i'm sorry
Written by delanee
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Girlfriends
( after Anne Sexton )
‘Death’, sounds almost tender
and childlike when I say the name,
rhyming as it does with ‘breath’,
A life force unlike, lesser the end,
when a door is pried open
with a common kitchen utensil.
I didn’t pay attention and failed,
leaving me to salvage
Plath’s words before her last,
When we’d speak of it many times,
as fireflies, like girlfriends,
sending up smoke rings to be the first.
Now I jealously guard the rite
while I still have life and a history,
and can recall all the words.
I’ll silently invoke the spell
in the cryptic speak of suicide
during a vintner’s year.
When the passion returns,
not meant for here, I’ll open the shed
and it will all be in front of me.
#AnneSexton
‘Death’, sounds almost tender
and childlike when I say the name,
rhyming as it does with ‘breath’,
A life force unlike, lesser the end,
when a door is pried open
with a common kitchen utensil.
I didn’t pay attention and failed,
leaving me to salvage
Plath’s words before her last,
When we’d speak of it many times,
as fireflies, like girlfriends,
sending up smoke rings to be the first.
Now I jealously guard the rite
while I still have life and a history,
and can recall all the words.
I’ll silently invoke the spell
in the cryptic speak of suicide
during a vintner’s year.
When the passion returns,
not meant for here, I’ll open the shed
and it will all be in front of me.
#AnneSexton
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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Beyond the end
When all of time, forgotten
every star, gone out
energy at its most basic
dispersed in space and doubt
No order to the chaos
only entropy now grows
matter non existent
In an endless sea that flows
But if disorder is the order
entropy at it's hight
infinity is infinite
out of darkness will be light
What's been before will come again
time may stretch and bend
energy and infinity
no beginning and no end.
every star, gone out
energy at its most basic
dispersed in space and doubt
No order to the chaos
only entropy now grows
matter non existent
In an endless sea that flows
But if disorder is the order
entropy at it's hight
infinity is infinite
out of darkness will be light
What's been before will come again
time may stretch and bend
energy and infinity
no beginning and no end.
Written by monkeyman
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