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KGERICD
KGERICD
Kurt Geric Dili
Lost Thinker
Philippines
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my lady sun/moon

my lady
my sunlight
at the darkness you shine bright
you are the keeper of the light


your eyes glitter like Diamonds
your smiles were sweet as almonds


my lady
in the night
my moonlight
my lullaby for the night
as i sleep and say Goodnight
Written by KGERICD (Kurt Geric Dili)
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J_J_Jay_Jr
J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States
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I Drink My Coffee Black.

Stirring sugar into it,
Is the vision I have of you,
As we sat sipping in the morning,
And the taste of your lips,
That still lingers,
Decades later.

Cream mixed in becomes,
The liquid chocolate of your skin,
Still brings tingling to mine,
And is a memory,
That delights my eyes,
Decades later.

Decades later,
Still,
Heartache,
Heartbreak,
Hurt,
Regret.

In lament,
I drink my coffee black.
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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J_J_Jay_Jr
J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States
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Damn-It

I
Once,
Had a coal,
Black,
Cat.

Named him,
“Damnit”.

Just,
To,
Annoy,
The neighbors.

When I,
Pushed open,
The back door,
And,
Screamed at the top of my lungs,
For him,
To come in,
For the night.
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J_J_Jay_Jr
J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States
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And that is how the fight started.

We'd just met.
Hadn't gotten to know her yet.

Chatted, smiled, winked.
Hand on her arm.

Licked her lips.
Hand on my arm.

Moved in closer.
Ready for a quick kiss.

Asked my name.
"Jay".

Said to her,
"Your name must be Ecstasy."

Laughed.
And said, "If you say so."

Hand moved to the back of her head.
A quick kiss.

A tap on my shoulder.
From behind.

Fear in her eyes.

"She's mine."
"Only I ride down that ecstasy lane."

And that is how the fight started.
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J_J_Jay_Jr
J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States
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When we were kids.

Remember when we were just kids?  

Might we return to one of those old days,  
during the spring of our lives?  
 
I know our bodies have grown, matured  
it's now the winter of those same lives,  
but there was a conversation I want to replay.  
 
It was out behind the shed,  
under the lilac in spring,  
with the warm afternoon sun,  
encouraging us to lay side-by-side.  
 
We talked of important things;  
What purple smelled like.  
What color warm was.  
How friendship felt.  
What that thing called love was all about.  
 
That was the spring when you looked at me and ask  
what made me a boy, different from you, a girl.  
 
I looked back at you and said something about  
you wearing different clothing that I did  
but that I didn't know why.  
 
You wondered if we traded clothes,  
would that mean I would then be a girl and you a boy.  
 
We decided to try that.  
All we had to trade was shirts, pants, and underwear.  
We stood face to face and began to undress.  
 
There was no shyness between friends.  
 
We unbuttoned, button for button, and our shirts were off.  
Then pants, except, I remember I had a snap and zipper and yours just pulled down.  
It was under our underwear that we first saw the difference.  
 
I saw that you were missing some parts that I had.  
You saw that I had extra parts.  
 
We sat down to talk about the differences we had seen.  
 
You ask to look closer and I said sure, go ahead.  
 
You ask could you touch and I said ok, if  you want.  
 
You ask did I want to look closer and I said sure, if it was ok.  
 
And I ask, could I touch and you said ok.  
 
After a while we got tired of looking and touching and got dressed again.  
 
Funny thing was, we put our own clothes back on.  
It didn't seem right to trade clothes any more.  
 
All that summer we talked, and looked, and touched.  
And we watch the big kids, especially down at the swimming pool.  
 
I ask about the big girls and their big boobs.  
You ask about why the big boys' parts got bigger around the big girls.  
 
Your mom told you that you would get bigger as you grew up.  
My dad said the same thing to me.  
 
We never did get it all figured out.  
 
Then that September you moved away.  
 
And now, after all these years,  
we meet here in the lobby of this resort.  
 
We wouldn't have recognized each other  
if you hadn't heard the clerk refer to me by name  
and where I was from.  
 
What I want to know is,  
do you remember that summer?  
 
I know it is winter now,  
Could we pretend that the sun coming in the window in my room  
is like the sun under the lilacs then?  
 
After all of these years,  
I would still like to know,  
what you think --  
purple smells like,  
and what color warm is.  
 
When you left I learned what the absence of friendship felt like.  
 
Over the years, remembering you, I think I know what love is about.  
 
And, if you've grown the same,  
(the look in you eyes says you have)  
then I have one more thing to ask ---  
 
Could we once again,
Look,  
And touch,
Like that day so many years ago?
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J_J_Jay_Jr
J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States
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Do I miss you?

Someone ask,
Do I miss you?
 
I didn’t,
Couldn’t,
Answer.
 
Tears in my soul,
Ripped from my heart,
Pooled in my eyes,
Trailed down my cheeks.
 
Bowed my head,
Remembering.
 
Sighing.
Almost.
Silently.
 
Turned.
Walked away.
 
Whispering,
To no one,
To myself,
To everyone.
 
More,
Than you will,
Ever,
Know.
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Heart_symphony
Heart_symphony
Twisted Dreamer
Canada
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Black and White Projector

I think of you in every moment  
I see you in everything  
Somehow your name finds me  
And pins me in a trance  
The places where we used to speak  
Are now drenched in your words reek  
 
I close my eyes and the memories replay  
Like an old projector
It glitches and clicks
Black and white images
Displayed on the insides of my eyelids  
The reel flickers as it ends  
I reload the movie reel  
And play it again, and again  
 
To an audience  
Of only me
The movie plays
Everyday
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Penknife
Penknife
PK
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
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The Dungeon of The Disillusioned.

My Mind became a playpen.
Inside, my tiny friends.
We created more of us  
in magic landscapes without ends.  
 
My playpen became a world  
As reality faded away.  
I played in here for hours  
but I got locked in one day.  
 
My world became a dungeon  
My only friends are apparitions.  
Love is but a mirage in a desert  
of voices and visions.  
 
My dungeon turned upside down
in a frantic search for the key! 
Beneath puzzle pieces and crumpled up paper
breathes the real me.  
 
I know it's in here somewhere  
Why did I have to go and hide!  
Perhaps the door can be opened  
with a little help from the other side.
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Ahrima
Ahrima
Lost Thinker
United States
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Is a small bit of self harm allowed?

Ahrima
Ahrima
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Empty


My body feels light..
I feel so empty tonight..
I feel no love,
but I feel no hate.
I don't feel life.
But no death romes inside my mind.
I dont have a heart..
Or a soul.
I dont have a smile,
But I have no Frown.
I have no happiness,
But I am not sad.
The one thing I do have,
Is a fear...
Of the emptiness.
That no one can cure.
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Ahrima
Ahrima
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United States
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Loneliness in the Abyss

Alone...
In the empty space,
I kneel and cry to the empty place.
To give someone or something to feel none alone.
But the loneliness is in my head,
even though i'm surrounded by plenty,
I cant even make out a penny,
To this bitter loneliness
which is making me homeless
in my heart.
I start to march.
On a lonely adventure
And start to get a cancer
Called lonesome manner.
Which is calling me to the depths of hell
Which i can smell
The terrible hell
Of loneliness's bell.
I'm surrounded by things,
Living things to say the least,
But still every one here,
Will never cure,
The loneliness,
In side of my abyss.
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Ahrima
Ahrima
Lost Thinker
United States
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To mother

Mother, Mother,
You are a comfort.
You are there everyday,
No matter the pain.
When i am broken,
You are always welcoming.
No matter the pain,
And no matter the shame,
I cause your there.
I tell you to sit down,
and take a nice long break.
But you stand up and say,
"I cant stop...
i need to get food on your plates."
And i say back,
"You need to relax."
But she says, "No."
"Im fine i let you know."
She inspires me,
To be Confident, Kind, And Willing to help.
She would go to the end of the world,
For me her little girl.
I remember when i held very little life,
She told me shes with till the end,
And I stood up to fight.
She isnt my mother,
She is my angel, my guardian angel.
I love her,
And most of all she loves me.
Written by Ahrima
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LunasChild8
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
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A big thank you to our host, 7Wj9ncEz, for honoring me with the win. Congratulations to SatansSperm for being the runner-up, and kudos to everyone else who participated and shared their work.

SatansSperm
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Congrats to LunasChild8...and thanks for the runner up

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