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 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
Julia
Only in silence
Do I hear my head's voices.
*Go ahead, end it.
 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
Jeff Alan
Why
 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
Jeff Alan
Why
You write cause you’re lonely.
You don’t write cause you’re out,
At a party,
Or in bed
With a beautiful girl.

You don’t write during a candlelight dinner,
Or while you’re gazing at the stars.
You write when you’re sitting around,
Either determined or bored,
Or apathetic in the mire.
But you write, and you don’t stop
Cause it’s in you
And it wants to be let out.
 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
Nancy Lea
six o five, I drive off into the sunrise.
Yellowish- pink clouds open up to blue skies.
Scant raindrops fall on the windshield
And I remember the last time I cried
Pull out onto the highway, don't yield.
Now the sun is at my side.  I know I was
Thinking of you.  Stripes of grey hover.
Cloud tips threaten to whirlwind
But I hold tight to the steering wheel,
Hold on to all that I feel.
The wind never blows.
The car doesn't shake.
Pink and yellow still
Glow.  and I don't break.
 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
Zoe
Postcard #484
 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
Zoe
I have forgotten
how to kiss,
but might revisit
making love
to the switchblade
in my purse.
 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
Fred Kinard
Darkness sets in with mankind,
throughout time words will transform the inferior man into the superior man.
The age of name calling will emerge.
Barbarian,
savages,
uncivil,
Let me stop for a second...

Telling the world another man is unimportant shouldnt take away the fact that he is still a man.

Name callers need peace while overthrowing others who also play a role in mankind by dissecting their own consciousness.
They have a need to
belittle,
  discredit,
transform,
transform into something greater,
even though it's all in the mind that one is greater.

Truth be told wars are pushed forward to the masses by name calling the enemy,
Imagine looking a man in his eyes and calling him a cockroach,
for whatever reason one will feel like he is now squashing a bug,
yet no bug is present.

History will tell a story about mankind no matter the name.
 Mar 2013 Sub Rosa
marina
i just want a boy like
holden caulfield-
maybe not all yellow,
but a great whistler

someone who reads novels
before he goes to bed

somebody to catch me
when i dance to close to the edge

i guess that's all i could
ever really ask for.
everybody has a literary crush.  who cares if mine is a little cranky?  he's perfect.
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