I Never Saw this Coming

When I looked into your eyes, I saw myself in you, like a mirror
I shake my head because my feelings are hard to explain
I never want to live in a world where you aren't beside me
We are like puzzle pieces that only fit together... heart and soul
We stumbled upon each other when our roads crossed
You with a broken heart and me trying to find where I belonged
We connected so easily and I can't imagine life without you
My soul is now attached to yours, and I no longer miss mine
Your heart is now big enough to hold both of us with one beat
I have become like the shadow you see as you walk in the sun
I hope when you look in my eyes,  you will now see yourself.

But I must confess, I never saw this coming...


Your Sweetest Dream

I pretend to not see you look my way
I sigh because the love you have for me is so deep.
You take my breath away when you come towards me
My love for you only grows and I can't imagine myself
ever being without you...

"Always take me with you"

I long for you to always drown my life with your love 
There is nothing you can give me that is worth more than that
I never fear what is in our future, whether joy or sorrow.
As long as we do it together is all that matters to me...

"Never leave"

I pray you will always love me as your Sweetest Dream...

"Hold me closer"  ❤ 






Where Silence Ends

We stand close together with silence between us
Conversation goes from sweet notes to serious looks
No more do you give into the sadness within you
because tonight you are in the heat of my arms
As I look at you, I can't help but sigh loudly
because I know tonight belongs to just us
I can hear nothing but the whispers of our breaths
Silence is the music that captures this moment
A tear starts to form in the corner of my eye
as a serious smile comes closer to meet my lips
Come, and take a dip in this silent river 
where silence ends and sweet music begins... 




Glowing Moon of Passion

O' Moon of Passion...
How I long to take in your warm glow 
as you fill me with a beam of passion
and spill over onto me your stars of sweetness.
Oh how my senses shudder as I bask in the presence of your orgasmic light. 



Kristy Raines is an internationally known poet and prose writer born in Oakland, California, USA.  

Kristy is retired and married with two children and three granddaughters.

Kristy has four books getting ready to publish. One anthology with a prominent Poet from India,  which will launch sometime in 2024 called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West", two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", an anthology of poems in English,  "Little Rose Poetry" and her Autobiography called "My Very Anomalous Life".  Kristy  has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing.

Kristy enjoys fundraising for her friends who live in the refugee camps of Cox's Bazar and her volunteer work to raise awareness for the Rohingya people.

              Мy country

The sun shines in the blue sky
Casting light shines magic
Wakes up early in the morning
Giving love to mother earth. 

My independent land is my motherland
Blooming, living forever
Let us play and sing in your bosom
Remember every breath you take. 

Ruzmetova Zuhra Vyacheslavovna November 30, 2006 I was born in the city Urgench, Khorezm region. There are 6 of us in the family my father my mother my brother my twin and me. I am currently a student of the 11th grade of school no 14 in Urgench city. I appeared on the international website "synchronized chaos" and I am the coordinator of the this international site. My poems have been recognized in more 10 countries. Every week I am guest on Khorezm TV channel. I am the holder of badge "For the international Services"🏅by the bi wing poets writers Association. I am the winner of competitions of more than 100 national and international organizations. I have a B2 certificate of knowledge of the Turkish🇹🇷 language. I have many future dream goals. 

 
                        

Cold Train to Texas

Cold train to Texas
shaved my beard off

Cut my hair short
appearing younger with scars

I don't believe in guns
just bazookas

No sandals just boots
no cigs just pipes

I'm a one woman man
she's crying back home

Train whistling
beginning the sick trip

Everyone worried about war
some greased up to slide

Moon watching above
witch on her broom

Drones following her and us
note taking who is worse

Train paying no attention 
engineer stoked in vibrations

Wild eyed
mouth open

Picking up speed
over the bridge of no return.



Still of Midnight

Stores closed
yet the parking lot full

people sitting in their cars
sleeping sitting up
huddled under blankets
doors locked

homeless
doing without
and living within

hope and turmoil
and the death of tears.



Sleeping Sun

We beg
you
to awake

We need
your
warmth

Your
light
showing the way.



Going Home

Going home
probably not there anymore

Can't stop
hoping

It will be
as it was

Years ago
different world

Everything
lost now

Collecting tears
memory wrapped

Loved ones
cherished list

With deep sorrow
we seldom called.

Ode to the Dead Soul

The blue sea is burning in the leaves of the trees 
The roar that pierced the sky stopped
 Each chapter of the novel is titled 'Black Sorrow'. 
The dry path crawls past like a reptile
 Wailing wails across the fields 
The tension of the invisible thread in the whole being
 When will the sailor anchor in the unknown island? 
Existence will sink into the abyss of space
 A couple of birds perched on a dry branch, silent readers
 A portrait in new white cloth
 The soul of the solar system has hidden itself 
The saint's body will be destroyed
 Soul will get immortality.

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gets longer each year
 

another year

another birthday

 

another shot at

being oblivious

 

but every scar

tells a story that

gets longer each

year

 

some think i am

getting better

 

some wonder why

i'm still here

 

death and i dance

a few times each

week it seems

 

the closer we get

the harder it is to

let go

 

those piercing eyes

melt me every damn

time

 

one night, we'll close

this bar down and put

on a show in the

parking lot

 

two drunks madly

in love
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on a wednesday in january
 

another morning

spent in a rehab

facility

 

third time this

week

 

yet another

disadvantage

of not dying

young
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longer to mature
 

she doesn't laugh

at my dirty jokes

 

i remind her that

males often take

longer to mature

 

she gives me the

look

 

i believe that

means she's

quickly running

out of patience

 

if i have learned

anything over

all my years

 

it's when to just

shut the fuck up
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the phone sex buddy
 

i think of those three

in the morning phone

calls

 

whispers of passion

while hoping not to

wake up anyone in

the house

 

there's a certain

joy hearing a woman

scream at something

your imagination

was able to create

 

it would be even

more amazing if

she thought you

were capable of

doing anything

else

 

hell is falling in

love with the phone

sex buddy that never

ever thinks of meeting

 

or giving you the time

of day if you happen

to stumble into each

other on the streets of

any random big city

on the east coast
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followed by thunderstorms
 

spring in ohio is usually

a couple inches of snow

followed by thunderstorms

 

a few stories of murder

bank robberies and you

can't go a day without

someone abusing a child

 

i'd like to think we are special

 

but it's most likely our shit

stinks just like everyone else



J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Asylum Floor, Misfit Magazine and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. 

my nose says 'frost' to the rest of me




a three-crow caw alarm




the old age moon's lousy company




the broken intermolecular bonds in the water the plum twig sips




cutting the mouse tail off the white turnip




he took his blood-blisters into the next world




flybys to the outer planets: dumpster dives for the Son of Man




the extinction of languages right up to this shoo-be-doo-da-day




Saturday morning: negotiating the release of a tree frog




when they caught him, he was knighting sunflowers with a switch




Oh, the Dardanelles of sleeplessness




the soft tread of a Shawnee hunting party: city sirens




making a wish on the star atop her parochial school paper




deep in tinseled thoughts of long ago




I was sitting next to one of those zero sum guys who wouldn't hurt a fly