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 Mar 2012 C A
Brett Berger
i look for the same images as i did years ago
they dont seem to exist in my present reality
they were stark, not in contrast but in juxtaposition
they were dark, not in blacks and shadow but in the indifference
and yet through them shone what little light was left in my darkroom
immersed without color, the monochrome marvel left me breathless
to subsist, sans spectrum
i look for the same images as i did years ago
they dont seem to exist from this perspective
im going to start looking harder, under rocks
next to old dusty and rusty lawn and garden tools
behind the stove and in the back of the closet
just dont tell me the beauty is gone
thats a burden im not sure i could shoulder
 Mar 2012 C A
Viper
hell hound
 Mar 2012 C A
Viper
so you were looking for a thrill

you had a some time to ****

you wanted something real intense

you ran a stick up and down my fence

you jumped back in fear when I rushed up

not ready for the full grown me, expecting the pup

then you laughed as you taunted me from where you felt protected

but I saw the terror in your eyes when I jumped the fence so unexpected

you always thought you could run faster scared than I could mad

that was the worst thought you could have ever had

as I grab hold of you and tear you to bits

you scream for help, your body is convulsing and shaking with fits

it seems you got way more than you bargined for

I am the hound from hell, the dog of war
 Mar 2012 C A
Chelsea Chapman
August
 Mar 2012 C A
Chelsea Chapman
Laura plays her beautiful song,
Sings her beautiful tune.
The rain is falling on this August afternoon,
And I can only see that things are wrong.

Marling you’re making me think,
I’ve let go of what should be mine.
Darling, come back to me one more time.

My signals have been mixed.
I’ve given you different ideas.
But I can’t turn my back,
I can’t face these tears.
 Mar 2012 C A
Chelsea Codrington
Unforgiving secrets; truth within lies?
A strangers words haunt this daydream.
A flood of unease; the forgotten storm.
Accusations: creatures of snow.
What should I think?
When the truth is such a fickle thing...
Written Nov. 2011.
 Mar 2012 C A
D.T. Lethe
speechless
 Mar 2012 C A
D.T. Lethe
i’m speechless, bubble bursting
breaking stomachs vigilant beats of pain

stressed out tissue and
do i know myself that well

organs recognize my stress,
atoms stretch and break until
bile eats bile and i can’t think straight:
thoughts spill acidic
oceans across my organs
 Mar 2012 C A
extasis
dear old sir, poor father of mine
you've left me quite alone
all on my very own
I don't miss too much

dear father
I don't miss you

dear sister
I don't trust you

dear mother
it's not a bit real

there's a little baby bird with a hold on you

dear baby bird, sly thing you
with your man, watching clear and strong
may I take him along?

For my eyes are starlight black
With those spirits on my back
Somebody must be watchin'
As we dance these wicked tunes
I believe I thought this up while eating dinner with some friends. If I remember correctly, I saw a family not speaking to one another (they all looked quite sullen) and then I thought I saw a bird on their table but somehow I was mistaken.
 Mar 2012 C A
Laura Leeann White
The woman poured herself another glass of wine,
Like another night alone.
The house was empty,
And the humming of the dishwasher bounced off the walls.
She sat by the window and pulled the black heels off her feet.
This was beginning to get old.
People outside paced in pairs.
Her house was dark.
The only light came from the kitchen,
glowing out to the adjacent ro0m.
She sipped at her wine, and rested the glass on her knee.
With an exasperated sigh,
She threw the wine glass against the opposite wall.
The glass flew, sparkling in the dim light
And merlot ran down the white wall.
She dusted off her hands, and undressed silently.
In the bathroom, she started water for a shower.
In silence, once again, she stood under the rush of water.
An hour's time went by, and the water was shut off.
Without bothering to dry herself, she stepped out,
And fell into bed.
 Mar 2012 C A
Samuel
Folded Note
 Mar 2012 C A
Samuel
the past moments blur
together in a rush of colorful
awareness, no more words to describe
conversation permeating the dark, sometimes
walking quickly and then ever so slowly

something holding the two to a bit of nature, as if
it were a magnifying glass to free them from anything
else, only breathing only freedom ever closer and
there's nowhere but here there's
nothing but now

keep it up keep it
up for as long as you can
the beauty the simplicity

all I write could be meaningless
and I would remain as I am
and no one has to know
how could anyone?

tonight it is clear
and no one else has to know

did you
see the flash? gone
off like a bulb to record
this company in wooden memory

don't tell me what you
don't have the words for
I understand

dreaming is only
one way

I want you to see yourself
through my eyes and through
my heart
for you to know
tonight
how you are
to me
inspired by the gray between awake and dreaming
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