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Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you
My hollow bones and aching muscles have driven me to exhaustion.
These disgusting thoughts are overflowing my weary head.

I've become stuck in a daze.
My body has shifted gears into auto pilot.

I'm so tired I can not sleep,
and even when I can,
sleep forces it's nightmares upon me.
So famished I can no longer hold a meager meal
in my constantly shrinking stomach.
My rain cloud has come back,
and taken its place over me.

This burden of life has become too much for such a small person such as I to carry.

I don't know why the sickness has chosen me to victimize.
Why I've become subject to feelings of guilt and despondent thoughts.

A cry for help is not enough,
this theory has been tested and showed true each time.
Those pills won't help.
Shrinks don't help.
Not even my own medication,
a concoction of marijuana and a razor blade,
help.

There is nothing left to do.
Nothing else to try.
Nothing anyone can say.

No,
No rope you can cast is long enough
to pull me out of the pit of desperation and agony
I find myself in.

Nevertheless, I will smile.
I will act as though I am on your level of ground.
I'll push my food around my plate when I sit with you to eat
and I'll close my eyes when you check on me to see if i'm sleeping
because I would never forgive myself
for being the gravitational pull that lands you
in my pit.
 Sep 2012 Elizabeth mikol
Samber
i dont think
That i’ve ever loved you more than when you turned away. and walked out of my life. i never thought that this life was possible but the sound of your voice was my music. a pathetic poet sleeping away memories of better days in a sun bathed bed crying out brilliant ideas. ideas of humid air and sweet tanned skin radiating heat and pool water. simple kisses and rough sheet pulling. strong arms holding a temporary happiness. the words wrapping around intwined bodies. *** passing time proving love. opening eyes to monsters we cant run from.
we were in love

i remember you pulling me closely, your hands secure around my waist
you kissed my nose and the butterflys surrounded us
they danced and swayed to the song of our laughter

like the one time when we were walking to the car and it started raining
instead of just jetting to the car you grabbed my hand and said "dance with me."

like that one time you waiting by my window until i would open it,
i still remember that song you played for me
how i just wanted to jump right then and there and let you catch me
you mustve saw it on my face because you laughed and pouted "cant catch you here baby, but we can try"

it wasnt just the feeling of love
it was the feeling of someone caring about you
to no extent
i never understood the concept of love
until i met you
once i did.
back then
once i did.
back when.
once i did
back when u were here
once i did.
now its you i fear
you turned that love into hate
in one simple state ment
the one you left on my doorstep
a goodbye wouldve been better
but i guess the thrill is what always got you huh?
once i did love..
you.
So
you're a bad idea
in all ways
and it's true
I play a part
somewhat to blame
but let's just forget about that for a sec
because I want to remain
the good girl
innocent and pure of heart
all intentions correct
and yet
I want to be the bad one
that parents tell their kids
to avoid-
breathing the same air
will result in immediate need
of exercision-
I want your respect,
for you to be a gentleman
but maybe
I just think you're cute.
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."
Listen up, I've got a story to tell.
You probably have heard it,
Or  forgot it, or lost it.
But, oh well.

This isn't the written flow that you are used to.
But I can promise you, that this story will get to you.
It doesn't start off with "Once upon a time"
Nor is it as romantic as the fairy tale lies.

Now we start with a woman, mature for her age, and
Follow with a man who prays and prays for his days.
They pass each other in a bar, on the subway, in the streets.
It seemed as though Fate had a plan for them to meet.

After weeks of anticipation, the man finally asked for her name.
"It's Janet, good sir. But I must go, it's starting to rain."
"Well I'm Marcus, dear Janet, and the rain, I am aware.
But let us retreat to this diner, where the coffee is fair."

She accepted his offer, and they enjoyed their cup o' Joe.
He spoke of politics, and arts, and everything he knows.
She was taken in by his charm, and he by her beauty.
Sparks were flying, and it seemed like they were meant to be.

As the rain came to a stop, they thought it would be best to depart.
She walked to the left, and he to the right, yet each had the others' heart.
Janice dreamed of Marcus, and he dreamed of she.
Each hoping that Fate would allow them to see what could be.

But here is where our story takes a turn for the worst,
Poor Marcus has cancer and his lifespan is short.
Janice did the best to help him, falling deeply in love.
He couldn't resist his feelings, either, he knew it wasn't lust.

A recovery eased their minds, but alas for only  a while.
Still they only cared about seeing one another's smile.
In his hospital bed he proposed. A weeping "yes" was his answer.
And for a split second, everyone forgot about his cancer.

Now  a month has passed, the wedding plans made.
They had a perfect June wedding with her hair up in braids.
It wasn't even a week later that tragedy stuck,
Dear Janet was coming to visit, when her car was hit by a truck.

Heartache was felt throughout the hospital that night.
A dying man lay with cancer, and his new bride had lost her life.
Once he heard the news he fell over in pure agony,
And screamed to the world, "Oh god, why can't you just take me?"

After doses of sleeping aids and a priest by his side,
Marcus finally dozed off and dreamt of his miraculous bride.
When he awoke, there Janice stood, just as beautiful as ever.
He had died in his sleep, but now they will live forever.

(http://skorhsa.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/the-story/)
Knife in right hand.
left arm ready.
Shaking,Trembling, your eyes are heavy.
Strike the blade across swiftly to get it over with quickly.
Feel the burn
Feel your bad day go away.

Just one cut, not enough
try again. and again. and again. and again.
Salty tears stream down your face
one more cut will do the trick
then you're numb for just a a bit.
Until tomorrow, when things go wrong
the voices start when you're alone

You make more slits
you're left with red scars
little battle wounds
you can see them
feel them
hide them too.
you seek no attention just a little relief
relief thats self inflicted on your own body.

Small cuts do the trick
for now at least
never question superficial wounds
just cover them up
until theres no more room.
Inside my mind.
cutting away.
We seek another Mother Earth,
Another Planet Plenty:
A World within a Goldilocks Zone,
Snuggled up
Where everything’s just right.

Out there we gaze,
High in the sky,
Up amongst those swirling nebulae.
See those galaxies twirl,
As gas-clouds spawn new stars.
Supernovae die
To be reborn
As clouds of suns
And Planets.

Countless Billions of Worlds
All waiting
To be explored.

**Paul Butters
Written in response to a space-poem by writer Momofplenty
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