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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Midnight Glory

Conceived at the heart

and coursing through veins

Walking the circle

Following the yellow

petal paved road

Skinning our knees

on false hope

to let them wither

in the cool summer air

with the loti in the lake.

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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Midnight Glory
Conceived at the heart
and coursing through veins
Walking the circle
Following the yellow
petal paved road
Skinning our knees
on false hope
to let them wither
in the cool summer air
with the loti in the lake.
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Written by Mel in portal Haiku

lulling the tempest

in the valleys of my heart

it leaves its imprint

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lulling the tempest
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it leaves its imprint
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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Que sueñes con los angelitos

sweet nightmares

nothing more than

a devious hoax

siphon my love

and release a

symphony of screams

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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Que sueñes con los angelitos
sweet nightmares
nothing more than
a devious hoax
siphon my love
and release a
symphony of screams
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Bastard's Wake

Racketeers disturbing caskets

The ambience

black

like his ink

Vengeance is theirs

Repaid in blood

A shot or two

to the sky

in remembrance

of a varlet

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Written by Mel
Bastard's Wake
Racketeers disturbing caskets
The ambience
black
like his ink
Vengeance is theirs
Repaid in blood
A shot or two
to the sky
in remembrance
of a varlet
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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Collateral Blood

Sweet red spilled

on the linoleum

Stoned by the hen

Damned into the night

Eulogized in the morning's glow

Cast by the hands of a stranger

The apple of your tree

succumbing to your ways

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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Collateral Blood
Sweet red spilled
on the linoleum
Stoned by the hen
Damned into the night
Eulogized in the morning's glow
Cast by the hands of a stranger
The apple of your tree
succumbing to your ways
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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Feral

Wailing at the streetlights

Leaned up against the wall

of the corner liquor store

Wanting to shed this skin

and leave it behind

in the piss filled alley

On all fours

Searching for an answer

Swallowing the warm

copper fluid taste

Chasing it down with bourbon

to numb the gnawed up flesh

Marking the territory

in choked up splatters of blood

Soiled hands thrown in the air

Giving up to your god

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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Feral
Wailing at the streetlights
Leaned up against the wall
of the corner liquor store
Wanting to shed this skin
and leave it behind
in the piss filled alley
On all fours
Searching for an answer
Swallowing the warm
copper fluid taste
Chasing it down with bourbon
to numb the gnawed up flesh
Marking the territory
in choked up splatters of blood
Soiled hands thrown in the air
Giving up to your god
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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Fateless

They lay to rest

behind mirrored doors

Buried in a box

collecting dust

along with the

butterfly acoustic

blood stained shirt

and hoard of empty bottles

They scream

Begging to be

remembered

and cried over

They speak of

love and sorrow

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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Fateless
They lay to rest
behind mirrored doors
Buried in a box
collecting dust
along with the
butterfly acoustic
blood stained shirt
and hoard of empty bottles
They scream
Begging to be
remembered
and cried over
They speak of
love and sorrow
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Written by Mel in portal Simon & Schuster

Partial chapter of an unfinished manuscript—Moonshine Rd.

I left hell's grounds circa 2010, in search for the waters of Lethe. I had a bag full of clothes and fifty dollars to my name. I paused, let the rain soak me though, as if to cleanse me from the evil of that godforsaken house, before sprinting out into the night. Who could have imagined that the rain was an omen of the days to come. There was nothing left to do but to head west.

The bright lights of a liquor store caught my eye. I ran inside for fear that he was following me. After explaining my situation, the man behind the counter let me make a few calls. Rhazib. I'll never forget his name. It was forty-eight miles to Los Angeles, a cab was not an option. I walked a few miles to the nearest truck-stop. I was able to hitch a ride within minutes. I looked back one last time as we left the dessert suburbs and headed back to my home grounds. I slowly sipped on a cold coffee, compliments of Rhazib, while the trucker, who's name I never got, smoked his cigarette. To my dismay, the coffee was weak and the rain was strong. The trucker respected my wishes, and we rode in silence the entire way. I had forgotten how much I missed the city lights. Downtown looked so beautiful and peaceful at two in the morning.

The heavens showed mercy as the rain subsided into a drizzle. Echo Park was my stop. I got off, and was ever grateful to the trucker for bringing me to what I, at the time, thought would be a safe haven. He dropped me off about five blocks away from the place I grew up in. I walked under the bridge that I used to pass every morning on my way to school as a kid. The memories that I long ago suppressed, hit me like a wave, and and forced themselves down my throat. It was hard to see what the years had done to this place. I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. A tourist could easily mistake this as Skid Row. I felt like I belonged. In that moment, in a sense, I too was homeless.

I was terrified, drunk with fatigue, saturated in heaven's tears, and on the verge of a breakdown. I slipped the man huddled up on the ground five bucks in exchange for a couple stoges. He said for another five, he could shoot me to the moon. I saw hope in his eyes, handed him another five, bid him a good night, and kept walking.

My mind played hundreds of scenarios as to how the night would end. One of two would happen. I'd be invited in, or I'd head back under the bridge. I showed up to the house smelling of fear and cigarettes. I dried my feet on the mat at the front doorstep, paced back and forth a few times, held my breath, and finally knocked on the door. I hoped for the best, but expected hell.

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Written by Mel in portal Simon & Schuster
Partial chapter of an unfinished manuscript—Moonshine Rd.
I left hell's grounds circa 2010, in search for the waters of Lethe. I had a bag full of clothes and fifty dollars to my name. I paused, let the rain soak me though, as if to cleanse me from the evil of that godforsaken house, before sprinting out into the night. Who could have imagined that the rain was an omen of the days to come. There was nothing left to do but to head west.

The bright lights of a liquor store caught my eye. I ran inside for fear that he was following me. After explaining my situation, the man behind the counter let me make a few calls. Rhazib. I'll never forget his name. It was forty-eight miles to Los Angeles, a cab was not an option. I walked a few miles to the nearest truck-stop. I was able to hitch a ride within minutes. I looked back one last time as we left the dessert suburbs and headed back to my home grounds. I slowly sipped on a cold coffee, compliments of Rhazib, while the trucker, who's name I never got, smoked his cigarette. To my dismay, the coffee was weak and the rain was strong. The trucker respected my wishes, and we rode in silence the entire way. I had forgotten how much I missed the city lights. Downtown looked so beautiful and peaceful at two in the morning.

The heavens showed mercy as the rain subsided into a drizzle. Echo Park was my stop. I got off, and was ever grateful to the trucker for bringing me to what I, at the time, thought would be a safe haven. He dropped me off about five blocks away from the place I grew up in. I walked under the bridge that I used to pass every morning on my way to school as a kid. The memories that I long ago suppressed, hit me like a wave, and and forced themselves down my throat. It was hard to see what the years had done to this place. I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. A tourist could easily mistake this as Skid Row. I felt like I belonged. In that moment, in a sense, I too was homeless.

I was terrified, drunk with fatigue, saturated in heaven's tears, and on the verge of a breakdown. I slipped the man huddled up on the ground five bucks in exchange for a couple stoges. He said for another five, he could shoot me to the moon. I saw hope in his eyes, handed him another five, bid him a good night, and kept walking.

My mind played hundreds of scenarios as to how the night would end. One of two would happen. I'd be invited in, or I'd head back under the bridge. I showed up to the house smelling of fear and cigarettes. I dried my feet on the mat at the front doorstep, paced back and forth a few times, held my breath, and finally knocked on the door. I hoped for the best, but expected hell.
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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

a chance, a choice, and time

A man of honor

shot to the moon

dodging shrapnel

snow on the roof

and puzzled thoughts

homeless

with a regal style

outstretched hand

begging for forgiveness

saturated in shame

he rests where

drops of amethyst

pave the godforsaken road

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Written by Mel in portal Poetry & Free Verse
a chance, a choice, and time
A man of honor
shot to the moon
dodging shrapnel
snow on the roof
and puzzled thoughts
homeless
with a regal style
outstretched hand
begging for forgiveness
saturated in shame
he rests where
drops of amethyst
pave the godforsaken road
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Please Leave A Message

Hey darling!

I'm calling to thank you

I can't believe you made me lunch

That was so sweet

It was delicious

I appreciate you so much

It's so scary keeping everything a secret

But it's for the best

I think my secretary is catching on

But it's ok

She knows the hell I have been through for years

She mentioned you as "the cute girl"

Thank you also for meeting me at the park the other day on my lunch break

Moments like these won't have to be hidden for too long

On your end, things are coming to a close

My end is about 3 months behind you

We deserve our togetherness so much

Your days of physical and mental pain will be over

The agony of my marriage will be a shut door

Soon baby really soon

I can still taste your kiss from the park

I didn't wipe off my lips when I got back to work

The flavor of your love is beyond my expectations

I'm thinking of you and sorry I missed you

Call me when you can

I miss you!

Hello love!

Just returning your call

I'm so glad you enjoyed the lunch

I can't wait till the night that I can cook you up a nice dinner, with some good wine, hold you tight, finally call you mine...

you're right, it's terrifying having to keep

us a secret

Brian might have overheard me last night

I think he's starting to suspect

If you don't hear from me for a while,

you know what happened...

I can't wait for this to be over

To get away from this shit town

and go somewhere far away

I can still feel the tingle from your kiss

on the scar that he gave me

I also can't stop thinking about that night

at the motel

How you brought me back to life

with every kiss and moan...

Oh, and thank you for the poem

You know how much I treasure your words

It's the greatest gift I could ever receive

Can't wait to see you again baby

I love you!

~ A collaboration with @poetsdream

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Written by Mel
Please Leave A Message
Hey darling!
I'm calling to thank you
I can't believe you made me lunch
That was so sweet
It was delicious
I appreciate you so much
It's so scary keeping everything a secret
But it's for the best
I think my secretary is catching on
But it's ok
She knows the hell I have been through for years
She mentioned you as "the cute girl"
Thank you also for meeting me at the park the other day on my lunch break
Moments like these won't have to be hidden for too long
On your end, things are coming to a close
My end is about 3 months behind you
We deserve our togetherness so much
Your days of physical and mental pain will be over
The agony of my marriage will be a shut door
Soon baby really soon
I can still taste your kiss from the park
I didn't wipe off my lips when I got back to work
The flavor of your love is beyond my expectations
I'm thinking of you and sorry I missed you
Call me when you can
I miss you!



Hello love!
Just returning your call
I'm so glad you enjoyed the lunch
I can't wait till the night that I can cook you up a nice dinner, with some good wine, hold you tight, finally call you mine...
you're right, it's terrifying having to keep
us a secret
Brian might have overheard me last night
I think he's starting to suspect
If you don't hear from me for a while,
you know what happened...
I can't wait for this to be over
To get away from this shit town
and go somewhere far away
I can still feel the tingle from your kiss
on the scar that he gave me
I also can't stop thinking about that night
at the motel
How you brought me back to life
with every kiss and moan...
Oh, and thank you for the poem
You know how much I treasure your words
It's the greatest gift I could ever receive
Can't wait to see you again baby
I love you!



~ A collaboration with @poetsdream
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