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 Jan 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Reece
O how I loathe him, hideous man-child
Bounding down the steep stairs of our house
Barging through that shambles of a door,
and leaving it open, the brute
Clattering about the kitchen, cramped and yellow
Rustling sweet wrappers as he raids the cupboards
O fat disfigured son of mine
I pray you leave this house for I love you no more
The odour of a dying rat, the face of stoicism and sadness
Leave, O leave disgusting boy, I love thee no longer
My patience is tried, your mannerisms crude and vile
Leave this domicile at once, for it is no longer a home
I fall in love quite
frequently, in glances with
those I’ll never know.

To exchange awkward
advances while predicting
this too will plateau
Today is the first day on this march to the end of time.
Even if the marching stops
The journey continues on.
I’ve spent so much time wondering about you.
Asking what I did wrong.
So wrapped up in your selfish ways
That I forgot to live my own life.
It’s time to march forward for me
And leave your remnants on the side of the trail behind me.
Behind me is where you need to be.
No longer shall I dwell on “What could have been?”
It’s time for “What’s to come?”
I’m slowly accepting the fact
That what’s to come doesn’t involve you.
The time has come to knock you off that pedestal
And place myself up there instead.
I hope you enjoy the fall.
Pendulum on pause,
gallows raised over the bridge.
Air still, threatening voices, overspent applause,
Approach the oak,
trembling eyes and wide posture,
directed North.

Unsettled dust under the frayed cage,
‘A final word, Brother?’
Complete silence.
solemn echo.
The Son is settling,

Crowd: take your prideful bow.
 Jan 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Vassana M
Because the galaxy was blue
Because the universe was me and you
Because of our hunger for a world not ours
Because of the deficiency within our stars

The consistent lack of artless voids
And shifting second nature grins
Such bliss in connection- rift to avoid
But they have come and crawled within

Because of the absence in pure communication
Because of the split between two fleeting creations
Because the skies have all gone down
Because the spirits put us under the ground

The psychedelic tides became too strong
Her little voice lost in waves far past
Ouija spirits sacredly summoned and
Sinister laughter cracking her glass

Because the earth twisted her bones into a mobius strip
Because the pure boy had begun to slip
Because of the way we couldn't make sense of it all
Because of the subconscious swaying to falls

Alone now in tear drowned terror, the manipulative beast
The little girl whimpering in soiled sheets
He orchestrated the world into ****** gatherings
Our souls succumbed to iniquitous happenings

Because they craved for more than they had
Because they had no choice but to become mad
Because they hadn't set their imprinted place
Because they allowed the demons to show their face

I called his name in lulling tones
As I laid still upon the bed
And wondered what would become of my bones
If they could not get the voices out of my head

Because of free will, he came to me for peace
Because of the misleading thrill and rapid retinas decrease
Because the voice quells to his sweet earth
Because the reason for death had been rebirth

What it was to be consciously dying--
Afraid for eyelids shut; inducing eternal sleep
Lullabies hummed so softly lying
To be so far, to be in too deep

Because we were finally safe when all unfolded
Because we made sure nothing was left untold and
Because we had brought each other back to shore
Because of the desire to stay once more
Perhaps I have stumbled upon the root of insecurity
Of why we judge ourselves so shapely
And shame ourselves into uncertainty
I think that every day we walk around
Comparing ourselves to other people’s performances
We are not granted back stage passes to their behind the scenes
We only see their highlight reel
The cut and pasted snapshots of themselves
That they have chosen to present to the outside world
All of the bloopers and uncut scenes we are only capable of seeing
In ourselves -are in other people, invisible.
It’s not fair.
To compare a perfectly edited version of a person
To another whose flaws are all too visible.
This is why we feel inadequate.
 Jan 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
OneCorn
time goes by so fast
when your happy

yet seems to pause
as you fall

I remember when you were nothing
but a guy in my math class

than you texted
and I replied

and ever sense
one bad decision after another

but do all bad decisions
have to be mistakes

because you don't hurt
and mistakes hurt

and I know your scared
so am I

maybe because we know secrets about each other
yet we don't trust each other

so we wonder
why we told them

and we don't know
what do we know

I know I love him
you know you love her

yet we risk it
and I don't know why

and I want to ask
but I'm too scared

because if you say something
if you feel something

I'm not sure
of my answer

I use too
but I was naive

it was in the blur
the time when she stepped in

I held my breath
as I stepped back for her

you didn't notice
and after awhile I didn't mind

and I never thought of you
as I kissed him

and he makes me happy
while you just make me smile

and overtime
I've learned smile's lie

so please don't have feelings
because losing you would hurt

don't make it hurt
we've both made mistakes

don't become one
don't become mine

a bad decision
isn't a mistake

until it hurts
please don't hurt me. Please.
 Jan 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Pen Lux
we are merely children
that continue growing.
loneliness is a struggle
but so is engulfment.
to plunge into commitment
with hopes for each day to rise with opportunity
and excitement, and for each day to prove more time wasted,
brings upon an emotional sickness known as heart ache.

a lover is to not just love,
but to follow and to lead.

however my love is wandering, lost.
trapped and wondering, is this love enough?

again my heart yearns for something else than what it's given,
yet is so afraid to remove the safety of what it already has to venture anew,
where a different kind of loneliness awaits.

feeling hopeless in a hopeful time
rendering gifts of promise useless
I admit I'm not pure, that I find moments where I'm not only the prey
but hunting, and the cycle of my torment is guided by my own self.
for lack of decisiveness, and abundance of indecision.
 Jan 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Ben
I have a bad feeling and
self medicating only works for hours at a time
when last week you wouldn't leave my arms
and this week I can't remember your face
and when was the last time we communicated
for more than just minutes at a time
where warm bodies once resided only shadows now remain
while I sit and write this letter for the hundredth time on paper and my demons won't give me rest cause my heart feels half empty without you breathing in my chest
these winter nights are coldly griping at my soul and my stomachs so full of knots I can barely stand for the pain while ghosts of memories mock my ever downward gaze
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