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Untitled Love Poem

Shannon Peil — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 21:20:06 +0000

the poet Jamison Gilley once told me of his penchant for lying naked
in a fetal position

on the cold tile floor
in the bathroom
of his Manhattan loft.

unable to move for hours
waiting to feel something
anything

and feeling nothing, seeing
nothing, being
nothing.

and I thought
if I could lie down
on some milky black night

and detach my retinas
swiftly, like opening a vein
I could use my mind’s eye

to see
how you pulled me in
gutted me

disemboweled me
and bled me out
how you opened me

skillfully

He sees

Shannon Peil — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 20:05:33 +0000

He sees

He sees you like a block of ice on my heart

Sapping my warmth and love, stealing it from him

He might not wait for you to melt away

You drip down me as a river, swollen and heavy

the dirt of the flood clogging and aching.

© Andrea Stanton, 2009

Happy fucking Birthday

Shannon Peil — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 19:15:38 +0000

That morning I woke up thinking

‘It’s your Birthday again’

I know because while I never say a thing about it

I wake up thinking about you

Every fucking year.

I hope your Birthday sucks.

Good ideas

Shannon Peil — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 17:22:06 +0000

At 3am, lots of things seem like a good idea

When you are very drunk.

The best idea at this time involves a sandwich, and going to bed

But we talk about relationships instead.

Not much

Shannon Peil — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:56:42 +0000

My heart isn’t much.

it isn’t pretty.

it’s nothing special.

But it could be yours.

Old and New

Shannon Peil — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:45:27 +0000

Old, and new, and borrowed too

Laying breathless with stars for eyes

Panting and clutching and expecting sunrise

Wearing this brand new ring

A queen to a brand new, ecstatic king

They’ve both said yes and retired here

Into a costly hotel whispering in the others ear

Today is old, and new, and borrowed too.

Itches

Shannon Peil — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:55:36 +0000

scratches on the skin rub raw against normally soft t-shirts

pressed between a layer of clothing and an office chair

reminding me of the night before, or perhaps that morning

with fingernails etching intricate designs upon my back

and welling blood to the surface to mark a territory you did not even want.

and then

scars form after the itchy scratches have finished healing

leaving permanent marks that now inform me I will be remembering those nights

for much longer than either of us had intended

white hairline scars traced up a back for someone else to find.

Just like us

Shannon Peil — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 05:08:30 +0000

Snow is melting
What happened yesterday rises upwards
Up, up, up, up, and gone
Those words had not quite sunk in yet
And now they dissipate in Fall breeze
The sky is crying now
Dropping out what it has absorbed
Unable to handle what was said last night
Just like us.

For my broken Heart

Shannon Peil — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:25:17 +0000

For my broken heart.

I contend you are not my soul.

That might not be true

But the truth is mine to create.

You will no longer own me.

You will no longer

Occupy my thoughts.

My life is mine, not yours.

I wish you nothing but

The best.

May all your endeavors

Be blessed.

Just not by me.

You were cruel

And heartless.

And overrated.

[others]

Grains of sand

Shannon Peil — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:19:13 +0000

I thought of you
And how you appreciate this beauty the same as I do
As I walked along the beach
And remembered how you slipped just out of reach
I laid upon the sand
And ran grains through my fingers as you fucked another man.

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Untitled Love Poem

© Ag Synclair, 2010

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He sees

© Andrea Stanton, 2009

[others]

Happy fucking Birthday

Good ideas

Not much

Old and New

Itches

Just like us

For my broken Heart

© Andrea Stanton, 2009

[others]

Grains of sand

© Shannon Peil, 2009

[others]