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Dec 2014 Metanoia

Photograph

Dec 2014 Metanoia

JWolfeB

I found myself in the hollow
Painting pictures of you
With no color and all the memory
A film with audio cut
Silently grab my hands
Trusting knives for fingertips
Show me how how to feel again
Painting this backdrop
Of the darkroom we hide in

Dec 2014 Metanoia

do not date a girl who writes

Dec 2014 Metanoia

Natalie

do not date a girl who writes

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Dec 2014 Metanoia

1/2

Dec 2014 Metanoia

Kate Irons

1/2

maybe my hands
are always cold
to show
that
i would be nothing
without
you

Dec 2014 Metanoia

homeless

Dec 2014 Metanoia

Mike Hauser

homeless

i wake up
brush my teeth
in a puddle of mud
in the middle of the street
the same place
i wash my face
homeless early
homeless late

i check my reflection
in a right hand mirror
wipe it clean
it's a little clearer
objects are smaller
than they appear
like my life
since i've been here

of course i don't like
where i am
with no one here
to call me friend
hard to remember
my past life
something about that
don't seem right

i unfold
my cardboard sign
recite the lines
i've memorized
hoping for
one meal a day
but have had less
as of late

on the corner
is where i see
people avert
their eyes from me
i have to wonder
what i've done
as i haven't
harmed anyone

they look at me
as if i were a ***
but what i am
is a mothers son
look hard enough
and you will see
i could be you
you could be me

Dec 2014 Metanoia

trapped

Dec 2014 Metanoia

vague rememberance

trapped

White walls,  white floor,  white ceiling.
Stuck in this cage I cant bare the feeling.
I scream for help but no one hears,
As I sit I drown in tears.
Running fast,  and panting hard only makes me panic  more.
Out the door,  down the hall, returning to the same door.
Out the door,  down the hall,  returning to the same door.
Door,  hall,  door.
Door,  hall,  door.
As I wallow in my sorrows my thoughts of escaping end.
Every time I leave I end up at the same door.
I dont know where to go anymore.

I think everyone can relate

#sad #lost #trapped #repeat #angry