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 Dec 2012 Alexandra
Lamar Lewis
I haven't loved anyone in over two years.
I find it empties me.
Bereft of all but a theft to recall
her hands were sleight but soft
And I, alive at a cost.

we wisp around my room at night
you become the walls.

My eyelids spin me around a reel.
The film is worn from use and time
but the pops and crackles warm me like a fire.
From inside the theatre glow my chest begins to float.

Have your veins ever felt like runways?
Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where almost nothing ever happens and the universe sits mostly still, where indie music is life and where photography is heaven. Where silence is golden and life is absolute. Where we all wish to be, and where only a select few of us can go and handle it.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we lie in limbo, waiting for the sun to come up, the moon to go down, the median between life and whats left of the dark decay of lifelessness. Where Your eyes open wide, where your thoughts wander into the void of the infinite. Where we wait to see the beginning, the middle, and the end.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to the dead, the living, the mourning, the crying, the sad, the happy, the over energetic, the under enthusiastic, the over enthusiastic, the insomniac, the insane, the beautiful, the quiet, the peaceful, the thoughtless and thoughtful, the kind, the caring, the listeners, the wonderful and magnificent, the open minded and wide eyed sleepless.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we wander, searching for answers in our sleep. Where we wait for contact and a view into what we think is the future, and where here, we wait for the future. Where we sleep only to be dreaming of our answers we are searching for and never getting the full answer to questions like-
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
"Who do I love?"
"Who loves me?"
"Why am I here?"
"What awaits me today?"
"Who thinks of me?"
"Who are my friends?"
"Who are my foes?"
"Who are the friendless?"
"Who am I to judge someone?"
"Who are they to judge me?"
"What is left for there to question if I already know the answers to my questions?"

This is what we ask, and wait for...

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where our mindless infinite, grows! To be ever infinite into the oblivion of exaggerated proportions and ridiculous time! Where everything meets the beginning, the middle and the end. Where life dies, starts, and lives once more for us as humanity to enjoy through one more day, for us to catch our breath, and to breathe the dead and living. For our eyes to capture the very beauty of life through blinking as if our eyes where the lens to a camera and our brains the film to feed it.

All in one quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and insane, hour. Everything lives, dies, and starts over again.

Welcome to the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Welcome to 4 A.M.
Welcome to life.

Good morning.
 Dec 2012 Alexandra
Carl Barton
Have you ever thought what if?
What if gold was bronze,
and lies were the truth.

Have you ever contemplated the past?
What if they lived,
and maybe I died instead?

Have you ever felt curious?
Asking, what if nothing is real,
and I’m just as fake as the rest?

Have you ever pondered a question?
What if this is the afterlife,
and time really goes backwards?

Have you ever sought out answers?
What if everything is predestined,
and my choices are already made for me?

Have you ever discovered the phrase...
What if?
 Dec 2012 Alexandra
Taigu Ryokan
I watch people in the world
Throw away their lives lusting after things,
Never able to satisfy their desires,
Falling into deeper despair
And torturing themselves.
Even if they get what they want
How long will they be able to enjoy it?
For one heavenly pleasure
They suffer ten torments of hell,
Binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone.
Such people are like monkeys
Frantically grasping for the moon in the water
And then falling into a whirlpool.
How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer.
Despite myself, I fret over them all night
And cannot staunch my flow of tears.
 Dec 2012 Alexandra
Taigu Ryokan
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
 Dec 2012 Alexandra
Claire Waters
I wanted to see him taken
in loving arms
told it was forgiven

I wanted to kiss him
along the neck and jaw
promise him that God made us
in his image, and he is selfish

but somewhere in his inscrutiable heartbeat
the hunger can wither
like bluebells plucked from winter’s soil

I wanted to promise
we are penitent
and it counts for something
and yet the ache lingers

are your teardrops as wet
as I imagined they’d be?
and yet oh how water expires
 Dec 2012 Alexandra
brooke
Campus.
 Dec 2012 Alexandra
brooke
Does the night air
ever make you cry?
I inhaled and began to cry for no reason.

(c) Brooke Otto
I think about
Having a child
Someday but
I've only thought
About having a child
With you
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