LOVE & HATE~COLLABORATIONS ONLY

COLLABORATIONS ONLY (Credit for the winning poem will be split).

One poet can take the love, the other hate, mix it up, experiment.

One entry only.

Any length.

Good Luck!

Strider

When Love & Hate Collide (Miss_Sub & RevoloutionAL Collab)

the cool smell of your
perfumed skin
promenades in my air
before you
like
a court Jester
broadcasting your arrival
in the castle ballroom

the bright fire
of your nature
is trademarked
in my imaginings
with every existing
millisecond
that I long to see you
in the humble minutes
we're apart

because you
you are my love
the truest of that
my deepest permanent
emotional
honesty

honesty
kills the most willing of martyrs
and every time you die
I loathe you a little more
because in the separation
of loving you
and wanting you dead,
your demons crawl into my ear
whispering their sanctions,
and bowing before my pain

I needed you to learn
to inhale these gestures
spitting back my spiteful bullets,
allowing me to lick clean
the flesh wounds of love
with their sour tastes,
as the fights made us alive
one bruised ego
at a time;
I still cannot breathe
in your air

and at night, in the silence
when my scent permeates
the hallways, the sullen dark-
I wish somehow
for a poison
to end our
lie

Reassurance Denied (Dani and Frannay)

Here in my room of shattered glass
Your memory haunts me from my past
What you give is misery
All you left were lies you told me

I'm not leaving you with lies
Because my love for you never dies
Your always on my mind
Open it up, look inside
It's you you'll find

In tears or in pain
This acid shot rain
Searing my veins
Like the drug that is you

You're my real drug
An addiction I can't stop
Your like acid rain
Drop by drop you hit my sweet spot
You're my ashes from a burning passion for you
To be yours is all I'm asking from you

Gave you all of me
Shredding my heart at the seams
Desperate for your love
Black skies up above
Look at my heart it's yours

I'm all yours forever, for eternity
Can't contain the feelings inside
I want to express the way I feel
Because between you and me this is real

So real it hurts
The cuts and the burns
I feel whole once again
All because of you

The cuts are all mended
My love is protected
All defended because I have you in my life
Which started out wrong for to long
But you came and made it right

Life’s Dances
By Souladareatease and Grace


Love it was said, Hesiod bound
Fourth to existence A Primordial God...
Lover to Chaos, seeds our existence
To be borne of Love, to be OF Love
these hands, that touch, carve and hold
moulders of tomorrow, shaping Dreams

Yet viciousness and hate abounds
Cries of succour, of surcease
In the fields of contentions, of war
Pillage, murder, and plunder the people
Stamp on crush, denigrate the women
Seed them the screaming furrows

New borne babe, safety's wings
that ever stay, tracing  shadow pace
with light that beams, holding brothers
through broken dreams, wicked things
Love be the best of us, whilst others lie down
we flaunt The Beast with two backs, shared

Shared ecstasy of oneness
Sweetness in dominance
Sheer hate in game’s name
To suppress the other, nay
Scabbard and sheath
Lovingly addressed, hate

Leash that promises graft, formed by Love
light that is lived for,  plush in little death
bright be the sun when pure, we give as one
Love holds vigil in home and in thistle
Essence of our giving, bounty of Nature
To be a God to Live the Goddess

To suffer yet the forced adulation
For gods unknown, appeasing goddesses
Giving and yet hoping for returns
Love, hate in ecstasies dying
Entwined in one another’s arms
Hate seeds subjugation to desires

The eyes of worship know where home is
Light is shone understanding acceptance
Being, only absolute giving, winged Eros
Light bearer Sun for golden paths, Love

To know hate, one must love
Cups of desire, needs and wants
To drink to life’s dance
For Love must Win.

Robot Mode Ain’t Human  
shadowdreamer & kriticool


C’mon walk in my shoes, re-live my misdeeds
Under so much pressure…held a craving to bleed
In my time, like everyone I’ve made my errors
Couldn’t stand eyeing-myself in anyone’s mirrors

Absent was the silvery spoon from my mouth
Enraged, disengaged; disposition went south
My closet, the possessor of bagged up sorrow
Had it targeted for salvation
But always tomorrow

From a life once overtaken, I'm beginning to see
Had to change up my strange and get to know what is free
I’m looking back at decisions; good & bad that I’ve made

The Substance I’ve craved; my True Self I enslaved

I had set out to pave, on a hard-ass road
Absent the strength, but loving the load
Robot Mode, it was all such a waste
So much regret, the unmanaged pace

To face and erase those parts of my life
Had to cut away what’s tough with a dull butter knife
The person I’m today; hangs by a shred
Shadow of former self who was swayed by what’s dead

For my Little Ones who rely and depend upon me
For their material & good sense I’ve promised to be
Securer of their future, to provide a “Better Life”
Wherein NO begging for monies nor struggling with strife

Former self? a figment?
my imagination  an illusion at best?
A reincarnation, nah   that’d be a dishonest test

But to right the wrong … that's the road I’m on
My Little Ones into Big Ones ‘til all of me’s gone


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positively Gorgeous
(Mikimoondancer and diddi)

I love it when we hate life so much
we have to laugh, like incur
a mad sense of disregard
for Malarkey

the state of all this un-human tragedy

has us laughing, needing ventilators
if we roll any harder

and as we were saying,
well, no surprise
we can't remember

But listen to this song man
the guitar riffs are brilliant

and we reach some state
of resilience with our armor shined

Hating each-other, sometimes
til we spark some hope
our own style of rehab

and scream, fuck it!
just pass

and replay the same c.d.
for the tenth time
and you know we'll find
something different

and ramble on about all the
gods of music

but hey, we're gettin through it
alternatively medicating
our method for putting
the disillusions to bed

and the words left last
in our heads, never change

we should have written this down
somehow had it saved...
to play back to us the next time
we fall from grace

in this beautiful haze
where the wind cries...nothing

just hums

and we also said
if it's ever over
we'd still sing these songs
like we wrote them

and perhaps we did
but for now we're fucking beautiful
stunning in how lit we are
again we are stoned
free

Fellow poets,
I'll be back soon with the winners.  Strider

Tough one to pick fellow poets...everybody who entered is so well accomplished!

THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO ENTERED!!!

Strider :D

Thank you very much for the honour, Strider! Wow! and congratulations to Missy for winning, and to Miki. Awesome...!!