Nobody knows regret like the dead.

The silence they leave behind

It is unforgiving

Even after they are gone

It stays with the living.

Oh, lie closer to me,

you’re too far away

melt into my core.

Let our bones

merge together

our hearts meld.

Throbbing veins

become one.

Let me touch

your thoughts

with my eyes

tingling,

our juices

comingling.

Our legs entwined

in coils of love.

Fused moist lips

wandering tongues

Our hot skin

A continuous stream

Binding us together

Never ending ecstasy

Oh! Lie closer to me.

Underneath my bed

Lies a ball that's made of lead

Shackled to its weight...

...Everything in me I hate

Words unsaid, deeds undone

Rolling to and fro after setting sun

My doggy's so damned emo

He likes to play guitar

Dreaming that he will some day

Grow to be a star

He tried to start a band

But his tunes they would not play

He feels a bit dejected

By the failure of his plans

And if you ask him, he will say,

"Nobody understands..."

-DeRicki.

Happiness sings in the dark

and chases its dreams,

gallops into thoughts

and rhymes with cool breezes.

Dream umbrella of misted clouds,

a dance in the rain

time doesn’t apply

as your smile crinkles with joy,

the dew touching the grass.

Indigo skies and impassioned heart

a spinning top weaving webs of intrigue.

Painting the world with myriad colors,

simplicity without complications.

Snuggling with loved one

in front of roaring fire,

melting within his breath

tucked into his arms.

Enchanting heartbeats,

the perfect story

unlocking my heart

happiness flutters

through my soul

I don’t want to let go

I’ll just repeat his name

when I need happiness again.

If only I could fuck like you,

Your hair all fucked, your body too,

The bed messed up, the sheets so wet,

All cause he drove, a black Corvette,

Attracted to the green he had,

You’re fucked up mind so fucking sad,

So you jumped in as quick as fuck,

Now you’re naked, and shit out of luck,

Your make-ups running, the tears don’t help,

While he’s fucked off, you’re by yourself,

Another guy, how many’s that?

A hundred? Two? All seen your flat,

They came and went, you fucked them all,

Your phones worn out, waiting for the call,

It’s fucked how fucked you fucking are,

Look like some trash, once were a star,

But you won’t stop, you can’t, too late,

Try telling your two legs to wait,

So I’m afraid I’ll never learn,

The way you fuck, each guy in turn,

It’s just a shame you had no price,

All that money, wouldn’t it been nice?

But instead, free fucks for all,

And now you’re naked, waiting for the call.

By Ilija Sekulovski