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Heart on a pole,

losing balance,

her stance starts to slip.

Fallen sideways;

she starts to panic.

Heart on a pole,

please,
don’t let me

*drop.
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015 Jeremy Bean
ThePoet
Trust is heavy
in weight and it
is too great a mass,
it is the foundation
of love and yet
as fragile as glass

Trust is easy
at loss but so hard
to be regained,
because once it is
broken it will
forever be stained

©
 Oct 2015 Jeremy Bean
Matt Berkes
There are secrets
In her stares.
Or am I just seeing things?
Her smiles stream
Like sunlight
And she speaks
In songs
That spin circles
In my head.
I can't stop thinking
That when anyone
Sees those eyes,
We're all reduced to
Single streams of light
Streaking through
Steep shadows
Cast in her mystery,
Suitors left swooning
Over stolen second glances.
We're stargazers.
Sublunary spectators.
Secret seekers.
 Oct 2015 Jeremy Bean
RJ
I am being held back
Gripped by crooked hands
Dragged back into
The dark place
The part of my mind
The part I can't heal

I am being forced back there
To the cell
I have tried to escape
I had stuck to all rules
Yet falsely accused
And imprisoned

It lives in me
It is under my skin
Burning into my soul
Burying into my clothes
Clawing up to
My mind
Poisoning my thoughts

I am never going to escape
Maybe it is best to stay
Accept the lure and
Hint of comfort it brings
To protect the ones
That sacrifice so much
For a lost cause
I’m meeting a new mystery
And it’s introducing itself with rage

Who’s to say what’s limited to me?
Why can’t I collect?
Why am I forced to shed skin I barely wore?

I want to wear you until you fall off
Through four seasons of the year

I want to feel you feed me your troubles
I want to fix you

And then

I want to feel you leave me once we’re done
I want to hear all your goodbye’s at once
you are the planet
man will never set foot on

imagine, no newspapers & no tv
just red dust blowing  in the acid breeze

you will gaze at the sun
& ask it how far away it is

& your moon will whisper
you lullabies

hush listen,
what is that?

the sound of a star
exploding

a mysterious heart
ceasing to beat
 Sep 2015 Jeremy Bean
E Copeland
I am allowed to hate you.
I am allowed to spit your name out of my mouth.
I am allowed to cry acid tears.
I am allowed to guard my heart.
I am allowed to not speak to you for years.
I am allowed to drink more than I should.
I am allowed to miss you, still.
But what I am not allowed to do,
what I will never be allowed to do is
think that I am not allowed to find love again.
Currency is no longer our currency

We bargain in likes
Auction off our attention to the highest bidder

Marriage certificates for sale by owner
No she will not trade religion for money
No way in hell

But as she beams in the spotlight
We lose her faith in her shadow
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