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 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Ellie Belanger
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 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Ellie Belanger
29
A slither of Spanish Moss arcs up,
dances like a snake-
but my tires pummel pavement
in the dark and windy wake

of

mankind's mechanical hand!
like a five-pronged pencil sharpener,
bringing elements into focus
by scraping them away
bit by bit,
fitting wood and stone and earth
into blue-printed plans in order to
get
whatever it is,

you want.

Two yellows lines and solid white
are all that keep me in line
tonight.
The darkness shrugs,
knows it's all
right.
driving poem
 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Mercury Chap
I am bound by heavy chains,
Chains of broken swings
The dark room I am in,
Broke my healthy wings.
It has clasped me
In its fierce claws
And now I can't see
Even if there are anymore laws.

The heaviness,
Oh, it's hard to bear
I try choking my breath
But I promised
I will take care,
I won't wreak the life I'll miss
Even if someone already did.

I fall on my knees,
Giving up after
All the pain I felt
And had to bear
While struggling in vain
For something,
But no one cares.

Just then,
A speck of light
Creeps through a crack
The dusty ray,
Falls on my feet, now slack
Calling me by my name
Trying to lift me up,
From this gloomy game.

Taking the warm hand,
I get up with high hopes
But then I realise
I am bound by ropes
Of the tight and heavy chains.

The warmth tells me
Not to stop,
"But I can't move," I say.
"Don't lose hope,
Please come this way."

Clasping his hand,
I move forward
Wishing I could elope
With him from this place
And I won't give up,
If I'm still in this race
I would walk faster,
Increasing my pace.

Suddenly, the chains crack,
Its cracking lullaby
Echoes in this hollow rack.

My feet lift,
Taking a bigger step,
And they rift
The ground that kept
My strength away from me
It's my turn now
To make marks on it
And I somehow
Stab my feet in it
Making it feel the pain I felt
When I was known to be a misfit.

The warmth of his hands,
Supporting when I fall
The warmth of his hand
Bringing me up
When I crawl.

Another step I take,
Not my biggest mistake
Because then,
The chains finally break.

I look up at the sky,
At the dancing auroras
Waving me goodbye,
Singing their fake silent lullaby.

Another step forward,
And my heart will prance
Under the lovely light,
My feet will dance,
Embracing me in
A whole new trance,

*Embracing me in
A whole new trance.
 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
AllAtOnce
I don't want to feel or think
And I don't need to stand on the brink
Of this insanity because I'm used to going mad
But this insanity is a greater madness than I've ever had
It's easier to fall down the rabbit hole
When you know what and who you're leaving behind and how
What am I and what are we?
What are we even supposed to be?
He and I are a mess
And you and I are no better than the rest
But really.
What is this?
 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
petuniawhiskey
my naked body
captured still.
black and white,
grain and all.

I was young,
and you told me
it was art.

I stood in the light,
against the white
plywood board,
and waited until
the shutter snapped.

Shy and sad,
I felt no fear.

Years go by, and photos
float from finger tip
to finger tip.

Body bare, body all,
my photo still hangs
on your wall.
 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Jodie LindaMae
I've got a list of songs
About how this started,
Ranging back a month or two.
And when I give them all a listen
In a straight line,
I can't help but think of you.
You'll hit your friend
And go to hell
If it won't cost you a dime.
You'll wish me well
And drink to me
But I can't make you mine.
I'm tired of settling
For milquetoast men who cause me pain.
Every time he looks at me,
I see you staring back in vain.
He only wants to **** me
And maybe **** me up.
And I'm convinced he's only human
When ***** fills his cup.
And in spite of all the danger,
I'm gonna stick around.
Even if that ******* on his bike starts
To weigh me down.
Cause I can't turn back now
And I can't change the past.
And I can't make sure that that last relapse
Will surely be your last.
But I'll stay with you
And bargain through
Til this day fall south.
And I'll lend my words
And fight with you until my teeth hurt my mouth.
What's on my mind is
I can do better
And I can find a guy
Who won't spend his time wandering around,
Trying to get a free ride.
They let you off easy,
But I can't do the same.
So *******, honey,
I'm sick and tired of playing games.
Like Lennon said,
we're playing mind games
And you make me feel that I'd be better off dead.
Twist my pain
And make it your own
And I'll do the same.
But the outcome for both of us is clearly the same.
We're both headed for destruction
But you will follow through.
It's gonna happen some day but between he two of us,
I would rather it be you.
I had a dream never to let you go
Always to love you and appropriate you
I had a dream that our love will be endless
I had a that our lips will connect to each other until the end of the road
I had a dream that you will never walkway from us and never leave me
I had a dream and in that dream our love was natural, unconditional,crazy,respected

But it seems like am waking up from that dream everything is fading away, our love is falling apart bit by bit, unconditional becomes conditional.
its seem like you are walking away from my dream step by step,
if you leave me now will *I ever dream again
 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Channa Weird
With a switch
I turn you on
The sway of my hips
When I lick my lips
The way I move
Completely calming to you
Must portray confidence
Must stimulate the minds
Of these guys that think they have the world wrapped around their finger
Leave a everlasting linger
Leave your senses tense
With just a switch
I could go on
All day long
With just a twist
I could trip you into another realm of infatuation
Get your imagination cultivated
Stimulated
With just a switch
I shift from side to side
The meanest glide
And the “****, how she get in those jeans?” type thighs
To no surprise
I turn you on
With just a twist of my hip
The way that I shift
Beautiful backside
Incredibly thick thighs
Oh
You look so surprised
Did I turn you on?
With the hips that were graciously given to me
With just a switch
I send these guys on sensational trips
Like a light switch
I turn ‘em on
 Jan 2015 Pink Hat
Jimmy Solanki
Singing songs
Of promises and perhaps probabilities and possibilities
Unforgivably forgetting
The selling of your soul and its forbearance.
Provocation upon provocation.

Do not make me promises.
Do not cut open your veins to show
How you bleed my very soul inside you and outside
Do not love me more than I can love you
Let me be so sane
Do not gift me a piece of your soul so raw and blisteringly breathtaking
Luminosity unparalleled and the strength of the womb of a dying sun

For I shall sell even my soul
Rub off my existence from each scrap of nothingness
Rein in my existence to the void
For I shall not stop searching the vastness of this universe situated in my twisted mind
To bring you the most beautiful of sacrifices just to show
What you are to me.

Provocation upon provocation
Upon the existence of life
Of rationality
Of stories old and new
I love you
As much as I can with this hollow temporary shell
On a spinning ball of rock
For an infinitesimally small a moment
I love you
As much as any being of stardust can
And more
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