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Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Prerna Sinha

I woke up from a dream of love
Found my tiny fingers held by her
She wrapped me in umbrella of love
My little eyes awestruck by her
She narrated her stories in nights
I heard her hum the songs divine
Beside her chest that swelled with care
I slept in darkness to have no fear
Her arms so warm kept me tied
Away from the ***** world around
Bountiful beauty defines her
Her face shines with love for all
A heart of gold she possesses
An enigma, an angel, she is mine!

#love #life #beauty #portrait #stories #grandma

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

trust who?

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Kait Zinke

trust who?

I sit and I listen
to the people
telling me
"you can do it"
and I believe it
I sit and listen
to all of the lies
and I believe
that what they're telling me
is true
because they say
"you can trust us"
and I believe I can
but I know
I shouldnt
yes I take a risk
and I take that
final leap
and I am now falling
falling
falling
falling into the deep
blue
vast ocean
where the waves engulf me
and I am taken
I look around and
though I am under
siege of the deep blue
yet I can still breathe
I can't escape it's grasp
but it's as though
I am finally
safe
the ocean is my
guardian
and I am finally
home

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

flash

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

RA

flash

I'm sitting on the edge
of my bed, trembling and
     flash [I'm huddled in the
                kitchen corner, she's
                advancing on me, blocking
                every way of escape]
wishing I could be ok again, wishing
I wasn't damaged beyond
     flash [I'm on the
                stairs, crouched over so
                she can't reach my
                stomach because I'm already
                crying hard enough to almost
                be throwing up, gagging
                around screams]
any kind of repair that I
can foresee, praying that
     flash [I'm curled on my bed like
                a foetus, I ran away until
                there was no further
                to run and still
                she followed me. Hit
                my back, it hurts
                the least there]
the terror will pass, and I
won't have to remember
     flash [I'm thinking desperately
                around the thumps of
                knuckles on flesh and the screams
                I can't contain that next time I
                will hit back I won't
                be frozen in place, wishing
                bitterly I wasn't shamelessly
                lying to myself]
this.*
     *flash [I can't breathe.]

December 14, 2014
panic attack.

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Our Generation

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Cory Ellis

Our Generation

If you haven't noticed
our generation is failing
Our earth is dying
Doesn't any body understand?
Its all a reflection of us
what the earth feels we will feel
Empty
without true love
the sun is lonely
it burns what drops by
Even our earth turns away from it
what a sad existence for something that gives so much
its warmth holds us up
and we work away its light
and only come out
when the moon shadows the night
women
don't compete
men
don't back away
take what is yours darling
you'll never get another shot
fix me
fix you
please do
lend a hand
be a friend

Love
I don't get the word
its a word to disguise our pain
pain as pleasure
even on entrance
a trick of cancer
*******
risking death
the end of the ******
love may sew temporary wounds
but we are chronic

The belief is free love
in sexuality freedom
its only a myth
because of our duality
one side suffers
as one side grows to yield
one side grows to grow
eruption in the psyche
and the shamans and heroes are gone
our women are now men
and are men are now women
Visions of our future come to me
although, we are better speakers
than we are listeners
so
would
could
one soul make a difference
I could go on forever
but I will someday die
and when I returned to the earth
I expected a lot of change
but I only saw my hard work
twisted by the power people

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

My Smoky Blade

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Katie Hill

My Smoky Blade

My anxiety is the dream of a knife
almost a romantic fantasy of something physical that
could cause me the pain or discomfort that really
is just coming from my self
from some thought that I’ve swallowed or stumbled into or onto and now it’s mine
I cannot escape it.

Now it’s my burden and the choices are
to feast on it
or to ignore it until its white noise boiling on the backburner is all but a noose around my neck.

The laughable, socially acceptable third option is of course
the bottle of red or
the little white pill
from the purple bottle
exchanged from the pink slip
handed over by a worried lip.

I envy people who check their Gmail inboxes without wincing at the potential onslaught. I get more disappointing e mails from Sephora and the Container Store than I ever do from disappointed fellow humans, but I’m sure most of the disappointed fellow humans are just too polite to write.

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Give Up The Ghost

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Katie Hill

Give Up The Ghost

I lived in a metaphorical house for a while,
called it love and locked the door.
Now, the ghosts leave cold tea and trinkets in the corners of rooms and
memories layer like soot
from a drafty floo; a mid-winter affair with history.
I wander barefoot to disturb the accumulating sorrow,
To stir it into the air and hope for gentlemen callers
like the broken man I’ve tried to find new warmth in.
He is broken where I am bent,
and I am bent most places.

For about two years, my ability/courage to write has suffered. Pieces (like this one) slipped out almost in spite of me. This and a lot of what you'll be seeing from me in the near future will tell stories of love and heartbreak, because I guess I need to write those things down eventually.

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Searching

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Kelly Zion

Searching

Searching through the ashes of the past,
searching through things that don't ever last
looking for a home in all the broken bones
looking for someone who remembers my eyes
looking for a home for the gypsy soul
before the gypsy spirit flies.

Searching the rubble of my heart,
for some hope to keep me alive
reaching out into the cold
for someone to throw me a line
hoping and broken still all alone
just waiting for the end of time.

Searching in ashes, something in the past
that says there is a reason
for all of this time spent, lost at a distance
wondering why I even exist
searching, still searching
tired of searching
all of the emptiness.

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

If Colors Were Drugs

Jan 2014 Alexis Lehrer

Aarya

If Colors Were Drugs

If colors
were
drugs
black
would be
the
only
beautiful reality
and
white would
be a
numb dream
and
pink
would be
a shade of
mold
and grey
would
be my light
and red
would only
scream and yell
terrible
terrible
terrible
reminders
and laugh at me
from the golden frames
of long paintings
and blue
would whisper
a cold lullaby
into my
soft
ear
and green
would be
only a
chemical
and
brown would be my
pity
and be
so
so
so
sorry
it covered me
yet would
remind me
we were
all
a bunch
of
nothings
and yellow
would only
make me
completely hollow
and black
would cradle me
and rock
me gently to sleep
in its arms,
my drug.”