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 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
Tom McCone
rain falls             consolidated
dust          it opens up gutters
outside        the pristine bank doors              there was (there were)

a bird (birds), and                      a
girl (laughter),   and a passenger
side                      rear-view wing
mirror (spider's long gone)         we saw
everything                                    always
party to           the                    low lights
disappearing                                            
            days (weeks, decades, et cetera),

how does this just keep happening?
the endless benefits of                      
                                    a three week
tooth whitening regime       you'll
be                            
so                            
              popular                                
                   with          all the cool kids

gutter        bees wax          shoe polish finish         forever
                                                                         in
                                                                        your midlife
                                        so bri quets; rain:
ame (雨)
pleure, Βροχή, pluvia
वर्षा, წვიმა
lullabies             in cold            words, shuffled                
you, singular field,
words, words, worlds  away,

you and I still fall                                                      you and I still I.
 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
Mercy B
Love
        Is
Work

It
   Can
           Be
Difficult
             Confusing
Frustrating
              Vicious
Grimy      &
              Overwhelming

It
  Can
         Be
Magical
             Passionate
Intoxicating
             Breathtaking
Thrilling     &
              Enchanting

Love
        Is
Definitely
        Work


But
        It
Is
        Always
Worth
         It
 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
Mercy B
While you we're out chasing those **** dragons I  was forced to take  on the world  all  alone.

So many times I have heard " just this last time" in that same "I hope she buys it" tone.  

All your time is spent running after that next high and all the while your life just passes by.

That methodical monster's grasp is so tight you  don't even realize who you hurt when you speak that same old lie.

I'm standing right in front of you  begging for you to see me , love me but your thoughts are on only one desire.

You plot and plan, scheme and swindle your way into that next long pull off my replacement, I remember when I used to take you higher.

While you were out for number one, thinking your life needs is a lil tweek and how you could get it done.

You missed it when  I said goodbye, as I walked away closing that door behind me all I could think was RUN
We all have our own demons to battle this I know too well.
When these demons destroy or take over your life
You must battle that much harder
Do not sell yourself short
For I know the greatness you
Lock away inside
Don't let them win
Live to fight another day
If not for yourself
Then at least for
All that love you
Just give me one more day.
 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
Lyra Brown
the wind abused me today
while i was walking home from work
it screamed at me
to get going, move along
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
it chucked dust in my eyes
and messed up my hair
it was loud and i began to cry
because my mind was also loud
and before i knew it, they began competing
in cacophony
until
i couldn't distinguish the difference between them
all i heard was
you're not good enough no one wants you
your mother doesn't love you you're a failure
waste of space waiting always waiting you're going
to spend your whole life waiting
what a pathetic little girl you are keep walking that's right
one foot after the other keep going don't stop
nothing will turn out how you want it to
you don't deserve anything good you never did you never will

and i just wanted to scream but i couldn't
sometimes i feel like if i'm quiet enough
then the physical silence will be like a lullaby
that will slowly lull the internal thunder
to hushed lightning
but that is rarely ever the case
i hate the wind
i hate this city
sometimes living gets so hard that it's a wonder
we all don't get a million dollar reward for living
through the worst hours, minutes, seconds
of our days
when we get so tired of existing but keep existing
anyway
how do we do it? how do we keep going like we do?
is it bravery or just necessity or just indifference?
i'm so tired
tired of existing
i just want to put ear muffs on and stay underneath
the covers forever
the hardest thing in the world
is being paralyzed with fear of the unknown
and living through it anyway.
 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
Mercy B
The sadness of today is chasing the hope of my tomorrow's out of my head.

This endless torment I allow to take hold is so fierce , like a savage beast it waits to be fed.

On display for the world to see my madness, frantically  I try to hide behind the glass.

I try to convince myself that one day it will be different, that this too will pass.

My mind wanders to happier days when I was able to be the only thing I've ever wanted to be, ME.

I shut myself off from the world and in my sweet solitude I am able to keep secret what I don't want them to see.

Paralyzed by the curiosity of what they must think I try once again to open up and let them back inside.

The idea of them prying into my thoughts, telling me all I've done wrong, only makes me wish I had continued to hide.
 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
brooke
Blue.
 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
brooke
Yes, That's where you
were, across a field against
a window, a bare chest with
an ungodly blue arm stretched
up your right shoulder, laying
untruthful fingers on your chest
and the light fell against your face
in blue shadows that lit when
lightening struck. I backed away
slowly because you were only a

predator.
(c) Brooke Otto

I've been having a lot of bad dreams, lately.
Beautifully aligned,
This perfectly created being -
Seemingly insurmountable distances stretch between us -
I have but one wish,

A simple thimble...
I sit, perched upon this star -
Watching the world change; evolve,
Sculpted in time, as if by the hands of Michelangelo,
Morphing this vacant, plain stone - into a beautifully crafted masterpiece.
 May 2013 RyanMJenkins
Tom McCone
I struggle,     stumble,
under the  momentum of
          slow crushes:
a riverbed,      cultured-

                               the way you walk,
                                       you speak,
                           or turn corners,
                                           you
                forget how far nowhere is from here

       -how long it is until
passage through those alps
          to forget how far I've gotten
                     from the town
                             you turn into,

forgetting, you're
    not, ever, going to
       want to
be a dancer

                 "...because I'd have
                               to move
                               I guess"

and the only town left
I know you in anymore,
is all cracked concrete,
empty parking lots,
lights way down,
you not ever
there.
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