I Compare You to Binge Drinking By Alissa Rogers

The throbbing headache and nausea
I can endure, I’ve had worse.
Right now I could cry,
such a raw hope consumed me
as I thought about you, desperate.
It was still dark for me then,
when I needed you. Now it’s day.
It brings a true smirk to my face
to know you are nothing more
than a night of binge drinking:
a foolish part of my youth,
a consequence of boredom.
I could not hold your liquor,
I vomited all that bile you said to me
in the hedges outside. Don’t fret,
this is not a bad memory, in fact
you might never be a memory at all.
I am well. I will drink better and
far more dangerous poisons.
I am today, you are only last night.

Choice by Angela Morgan

I’d rather have the thought of you
To hold against my heart,
My spirit to be taught of you
With west winds blowing,
Than all the warm caresses
Of another love’s bestowing,
Or all the glories of the world
In which you had no part.
I’d rather have the theme of you
To thread my nights and days,
I’d rather have the dream of you
With faint stars glowing,
I’d rather have the want of you,
The rich, elusive taunt of you
Forever and forever and forever unconfessed
Than claim the alien comfort
Of any other’s breast.
O lover! O my lover,
That this should come to me!
I’d rather have the hope of you,
Ah, Love, I’d rather grope for you
Within the great abyss
Than claim another’s kiss-
Alone I’d rather go my way
Throughout eternity.

She. by Jestalessa

I watched the wake fold over itself        
each small peak reaching for its past        
grasping and melting        
into where it had already been        
       
A warm wind rushed in      
with all familiar loves        
their rumble and crash      
lapping clear green        
and dark cloud contrast        
with the light further on –       
Every second was full        
of presence        
       
I wanted to be alone        
neck deep in my self        
letting me        
be there        
laughing with ghosts        
to touch and melt        
into someone I had already been

What are the chances… By A Thomas Hawkins

What are the chances we should meet,
and find our hearts share a single beat?
That to look in your eyes would reveal a soul,
that has what mine lacks and makes me whole?

What are the chances, can you tell me this,
that our love may one day be sealed with a kiss?
That despite starting off so far far away,
our lives grow entwined each and every day?

What are the chances together we might,
emerge from the darkness and into the light?
That one day I’ll awake with you by my side,
and our love for each other need no longer hide?

Confess By Jackie Audrey Whiston

I’ve got a confession.
No matter how much you love me,
Care,
And swear to never leave.
I’ll always think of going back to him
That guy who uses me.
Why? Hell if I know. 
Though, I’d go if he’d take me,
And stay, if he’d break me.
Even though I KNOW in a month or less
I’d be no more than another ex.
I hate to say this…
Because I do like you,
But I can’t stay away from him,
Like I could to you.

Sometimes poetry is not enough By Annie Brown

Sometimes I feel poetic
when my creative juices flow
I paint pictures with my words
letting secrets of me show

I wax lyrical of noble truths
and feelings oh so deep
Reciting tragic circumstance
enough to make you weep

But there are times
when my poetic side
is all used up and spent
And its exactly that moment
that I told you to get bent

Now I know it wasn’t pretty
and some say a little crude
perhaps a little harsh
maybe a little rude

But really can you blame me
what you said just made me tick
I know my ass looks big in this
you stupid little prick