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Sunday Morning Rain

...hey
Sunday morning rain
...are you happy
...are you sad
Falling soft like a drizzling storm
Tears of the world scattered on the floor
...Staring out that window
...Sitting on the roof
...Standing in that street
You were always there to shelter me
Hide my tears with your falling sea
Your endless clatter drowning out my screams
...Just as rain falls from the sky
...Let sadness fall from these eyes
...Wash away the blood on these wrists
...Then disappear into a slight mist
Clouds break and clear skies appear
Arms wrap around me whispers float in my ear
She points at a rainbow stretching with cheer
I’ll be your rainbow, you have nothing to fear

Wonderland


Runaway with me
Into the wonderland.
Like in your wildest dreams
And fantasies.
We'll live atop the clouds
Undisturbed by sadness.
Runaway with me,
And be forever free.
There is a place for you and me,
Follow me to the other side
Dancing together hand in hand,
Come on a trip to wonderland.
Runaway with me,
And come live in your happiest thoughts
And your sweetest dreams.
In your best memories
And wished future.
Runaway with me,
And never go.
Be with me until
The end of time,
And the end of existence.
Runaway with me into our
Wonderland

Pump DEEPER
My eyes are stinging
       So bloodshot
Days without sleep
I think I'm going crazy
Small, individual bruises
Speckle my arms
              My veins
                     Pulsing
Protruding from my thin skin
My fingers bleed
I cant stop chewing them
Palms are constantly sweating
Fingers trembling
              Broken glass
Litters over everything
I cant stop running
But... Im not moving
           Im so still
Then my heart beats fast
                                Too fast
My breathing cant keep up
Im stuttering
         Shaking
Paper clipping my brain
To my innards
That cause me to go crazy
Satan takes his toll
On my plastic soul
                 Making me
Into another minion
Shifting my thoughts
To black shadows
I need more
              Juice
 In my veins
Im a little "Off my rocker"
                    So they say.
I have no friends
My only friend is
The one
               with benefits
The one
               that coats my mind
                            My body
                                    My skin
                            My veins
The louder i scream
The warmer they get
           Then...
I imagine you
Pulling me into your lipids
Fingers digging so deep
                     Not as deep
As your bulging muscle
The one that calls my name
Rises to my body
Off the broken platform
Where it once lay
Head down
Now soaked
         See my point?
Im jumpy
With every swift tingle
Escalating up my spine
Everything.
Is so much...
Hotter
         Harder
                      Deeper
Racing
          Speeding
                         Crying
                                   Screaming
Wanting... MORE
In... ME
Take my body
Morph it to your demise
Pump your
Seering, hot fluids
Into my
               Body

By: Bethany

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/47819-day-to-day/

Day to day.


The postman aborts his load,    
the infatuation keeps me where I am,    
on my feet, staring out the window - a direct following.    
   
Hope is only ever in the mind,    
in the hazy hookah bar behind clean cynicism and sanity.    
Hope forms the crisp, white linen we lay out when we start something.    
   
Try a little white to get rid of the red stain you've      
left, with her lipstick and her eyes and her hair and the way she smiled and smelt and whether she grasped and bit the pillow the way I did.    
I wonder whether she was enthusiastic. Just focus on the postman.    
   
I'm tipped the right way of wrong, son, the hard side of soft, the inside out of the pillow case    
where her pre-cum still lingers. I swing back and forth on the pendulum like your fool, trying to make a new start.    
I play in this 'Crazy house', seeking ways to make you love me more.    
   
I shade these colourless pictures in, anything to convince you to show    
a little more affection. Fool that is me, I'm still mesmerized, only ever half-sober, staring, a ghost of my former self, at a postman    
who aborts his smudged-print load in my hands and knows how weak I am.

Mephistopheles
twist the truth of every side
look inside the  egals eye..
befalls our character untreated guilty
changing them mind and whats not silky...
There is no hope apone whats been told
unfavored mouth of weeping cold..
people of the denial and awaited soul
Twisting truth and stabilized  role....
given up trying to understand how
Mephistopheles control what you have know...


      -Kumiko Yamamoto

Thank you GrapesOfTime, this was a real fun competition!  May I ask which entry won?

Big congrats, there Mad One

Hey Congrats P-the-M!...good draw grapes- lots of great entries( very suprising these didn't recieve comments, decent calibre of work here)