“It’s such a shame, always ends the same”…

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He misses her…
He misses her so much…

He misses her face…
Misses her touch…

He misses her mouth…
He misses her kiss…

He misses her tongue…
Misses the pure bliss…

He misses the good…
He misses the bad…

He misses her lies…
Misses her scantily clad…

He misses her each minute…
He misses her every single day…

He misses her kindness…
Misses her evil ways…

He misses her laugh…
He misses her cry…

He misses her reassuring…
Misses her asking why…

He misses her anger…
He misses her hate…

He misses her impatience…
Misses her refusal to wait…

He misses her push…
He misses her pull…

He misses her being nice…
Misses her being spiteful…

He misses her smile…
He misses her tears…

He misses her loving arms…
Misses comforting her fears…

He misses her like crazy…
He misses her like a fool…

He misses her so badly…
Misses her being so cruel…

He missed all the signs…
He missed all the clues…

And he missed the fact…
That he’d been fucking used…

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“But if you’re looking for fastlove”…

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There’s a place on the island…
Where he sometimes goes…

And he drinks to forget…
Everything that he knows…

A place called “The End”…
Where the vodka runs free…

And once he submerges…
He’s freed from reality…

Allowing him to indulge…
In every aspect of Lust…

And inviting his morals…
To crumble like dust…

Where he takes his pick…
Of the girls so very pretty…

From here and from there…
Escaping shadows of the city…

Who provide entertainment…
All different shades of sin…

The things that he dreams of…
And make his head spin…

Black stockings with heels…
White blouses, short skirts…

Chains upon leather…
With whips that will hurt…

A place where his fantasies…
Are there on demand…

Where beautiful women…
Act upon his command…

Whatever his fetish…
No matter the turn on…

Slaves to their master…
From night until dawn…

When real life awakens…
And he has to go home…

Back to his loving family…
And their monotonous tone…

But always dreaming about…
The next time he’ll escape…

And return to “The End”…
Where the forbidden awaits…

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“Strange that I was wrong enough, to think you’d love me too”…

Please welcome back Nathan for tonights guest poet slot.

This submission is entitled “Demanding Fantasy and Sleep”!

You can read more of Nathan’s work here:
 I hope you enjoy
Cheers
J
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“Demanding Fantasy and Sleep”

A desolate geography

of division and

painful degrees

where I exist as

…nothing at all.

She never loved me…

using me to further

her paths as if

a tool of support

to strip away excess bone

…and drunken tendons

revealing raw tenuous lines

between glistening truths

and rusted halves…

Embracing propaganda

to stampede

the sinew of dreams

as if trampling love

were some unifying

natural drive within.

You took advantage

of a pure emotion

seasoning innocence seductively

with tenderly sprinkled lies.

You used me…

blinding my will to survive.

The freedom of closure

…the grand desire…

for a serene rested heart.

Awaken with sincerity

…offer a pristine gift

of a well-earned apology

softly whispered and placed

beneath the needles

of a holiday tree…

“Hanging on to hope, when there is no hope to speak of”…

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The man with no eyes…
Walks up and down the train…
Simply begging for money…
It all seems so inhumane…
He has one limb missing…
Guides himself with a White stick…
Yet people try to ignore him…
As if he’s some kind of lunatic…

The child on the street…
Wrapped in a blanket of dirt…
Has been so mistreated…
A life filled with mistrust and hurt…
Scrambling around for any coins…
Dropped beneath our feet…
Or bravely asking aloud…
With a smile so sad, but so sweet…

The girl with her hand out…
Sits quietly on the stairs…
Praying someone takes pity…
Hoping that somebody cares…
Trying to make a living…
From the kindness of passers-by…
Yet nobody ever sees her…
Or the tears in her eyes…

What kind of world do we live in…
If they don’t beg, they don’t eat…
We don’t stop to ask their story…
Of how they ended up on the street…
Instead we attempt to avoid them…
And uncomfortably walk past…
Thanking our God it’s not us…
Who are treated like life’s outcast…

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