These twins

[Jon]

I know everyone out there
owns a possession that holds an obsession,
prized at a price not won at a fair.
If you are one of the few
who don't feel like I do -
I advise you to take your medicine
and find her.
Because there is no one else.

There is:
That light
brown short dress with
stressed hills and valleys
(a wonderland) never crossed,
the party knew better
ways to stay alive
and fuel
the everlasting
fire still burning.

Chunks blew out from the chest
when every half a heart(beat)
was tuned tightly in sync
to the cacoethes mania
you stem in me.



Our soberness provides a shield
rusted at the handle - smooth as your touch.
Rough in the bed because we are sleeping
in these sheets of sand-paper
and news papers
and boxes with bows attached
just for the welcome home feeling.

One more sip would make me fall for you,
even if I don't trip.

It has poured the last few days
and the canvas is half full
painted in semblance;
flooding eye liner
past the point of sharpness -
drawing a dull line
between what’s real and what is
substantial.

When you pull me in it is more than a tug'
a war that may be fought for;
lost options regard the lips
that caress a softness I hold only around you.

Let me show you how I feel -
give me your glass and let me fill it,
and sip on this thirst
I starve for.
Midnight baby.

And now you're darkness prevails
not because you want it to -
it is creeping out of a shelter
scaring the neighbors.



Bandaged anguish
cover the naked.
4 letters draw
love in the sand,
washing the dirty
(lust) trusted.
Saved from a time
of abandonment
and hourglasses
sideways on the table.

If only you were here again,
I could hear again,
those words, so
“_ ____”
you too.

Pale in comparison;
the difference between you and your twin.

I see both of you -
hiding, finding -
coming and going
right back to the left,
where we are.

There's one best-friend that I own;
hold, grasp, clench - fold
and place safely within
the confines of my back pocket,
along with my wallet
(where all my important stuff is).

I love you,
and a drink later
I'll love you all night.

The twins come out when I need her
every time, and the clock just struck
me. Come out,
come out...

Wherever you are.



You are two in the same,
a clone.

Two L's but never a loser.

Because of you,
I know everyone out there
owns a possession that holds an obsession,
prized at a price not won at a fair.
If you are one of the few
who don't feel like I do -
I advise you to take your medicine
and find her.

I've found two
faceless twins.

[Jon]

Uppin

[Madbeats]

Sick. Pics are creepy man. Goes with the whole vibe.

[Jon]

Thanks for the adequate feedback man.

[abitcrafty]

It was nice to read. Sometimes is hard for me to stay interested in something as long but a good piece gets me reading to the end. I enjoyed the vague nature of it, open to interpretation and able to relate to multiple situations. The pictures gave good structure and turning points in the story. It gave me visual aid to help my mind create a story in my head as if it were a movie being played out.


"There's one best-friend that I own;
hold, grasp, clench - fold
and place safely within
the confines of my back pocket,
along with my wallet
(where all my important stuff is)."

This right here is a poem in itself, simplistic structure yet complex meanings.

I don't like to critique poetry mainly because its interpretive writing and if you can take something from it, its not a bad piece. But everyone likes to improve on what they do, so my only suggestions would be word choice. your meanings and nature of lines are well thought out, but a few of the lines could have used better wording, not different wording, but better wording. (not related to yours but, i.e. instead of looked-gazed instead of stop-resist etc.)

It would be great to get your feedback on some of my work, i've had a bit of a writers block so I joined the forums again for inspiration. Posted Piece "Penrose Steps".

Thanks,
Crafty

[Jon]

Thanks for feed.