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Jan 2014 RA

IV. Holy Hand Grenade

Jan 2014 RA

kenye

IV. Holy Hand Grenade

Who
are
we
to
****
God
as
love?

When
we
don't
even
express
it
to
the
ones
we
judge.

Jan 2014 RA

Butterflies

Jan 2014 RA

Tommy

Butterflies

I don't remember who it was, but I remember someone once said
That life is fragile and that that in itself
Has an admirable beauty,
That just as a butterfly lives little more than a few days
Or how a glass smashes when dropped,
So does a human life, in it's own time.
And for a while, I believed that person.

I believed that the idea that we could lose it all at once was romantic
Because I had never experienced it myself.
But she did.
And now I know, it's not a beautiful sorrow
That is passed along,
Like the last song of a dying bird,
But it's painful,
It's blood-red
And it rips you apart from the inside out
Until you can't see ahead anymore,
Your focus left stuck on the scraps of what once was,
What you used to have.

It traps you and reels you in
As you drown,
Not only in your own heartache and grief,
But that of those around you
And it makes you it's slave.

We humans have the strength to pull ourselves from it's cold grip,
Until that moment,
That last breath, groan, cry of pain,
Not a song with a melancholy melody,
And she whispers

I love you

As you tell her

It will be okay,
It will be okay,
It will be okay

And then her eyes grow cold
And her grip loosens,
And you see the life leave her body
As doves do from their cage
And you feel the cold, wiry fingers grasp at you again,
The metallic point of the nails
Clawing at you, digging into your skin
And this time,
You let it consume you
Because what are you without her?

Jan 2014 RA

Topography

Jan 2014 RA

Clare Talbot

Topography

When I called the visual appeal of your body topography, you laughed. You misunderstood.
The sharp angles, the planes, the curves and the hollows of your body, of your skin stretched thin over bone, these are what I find beautiful. This is the topography of you, the places I want to map with my lips and teeth. The familiar places, my home within a home, my love.
Your body is geometry, trigonometry, mathematics you hate almost as much as the way I can trace your every rib and vertebrae. Perspective translates your flaws into aesthetic beauty, but your perspective is your own and you will never see what I do. I will love you enough for the both of us, darling, love your flaws more than your perfection just to give you what you deserve.

Jan 2014 RA

Untitled

Jan 2014 RA

rachel

Untitled

Starry-eyed teens
With cigarettes in hand
Jumping fences on late night adventures

And calloused fingers grasping for empty hearts
Hands collide against each other
And breaths are taken with light kisses

Music blaring and alcohol pouring down the throats of delinquent teens
Attempting to escape their past

Running around barefoot
Cutting up the skin like they'd do when they're alone in their rooms
Rushing away from responsibilities

Everything is a mess, my dearest

Hurrying through fields like deer running from a man with gun in hand
Leaving hope behind because life too much to handle

Jan 2014 RA

She's a Snake in Disguise

Jan 2014 RA

rachel

She's a Snake in Disguise

fragment**
When she's awake at 3:30 in the morning out in the dark of night,
Standing on the balcony alone,
Don't touch her.
Her body is riddled with anxiety and could burst at any moment.
Her heart is land mine,
Waiting to explode at any minute.

So,
When she's crying in bed at 12 in the afternoon,
don't comfort her,
Because her tears are like razors,
And could slash your throat in seconds.
Her skin is infected with hatred,
And it could ****.

When she's feeling lonely,
Don't accompany her,
Because she's vicious,
And her venom is waiting to suffocate you.
She's a snake in disguise,
Waiting to attack.

might edit this some more, still a work in progress

Jan 2014 RA

warm words.

Jan 2014 RA

collin

warm words.

naIve
            Longing
           fOr something
    not eVen a lot
      just Enough
   i founD you
  or did You find me
  three wOrds i could never
              Utter again because you
                                      kept them.

Jan 2014 RA

the importance of a Sunrise

Jan 2014 RA

Katryna

the importance of a Sunrise

everyone's dying and all I can do is scream at the top of my lungs and wait for the bathroom light to burn out so we can use up all the extras we bought for the apocalypse that's never going to happen

and we smoke too many cigarettes in the house and everything is kind of yellow and you can't see yourself in the mirror proper but the stains on the couch and the carpet and the bed sheets seem to do the trick just as well

and we stay up too late and see more of the moon than the sun but we talk about our dreams like it hasn't been six months since we last saw a sunrise

and the floor is made of dust and ash but we never fall through when the blinds are closed and you carve the notches in the bedpost too deep and the bed collapses beneath us again

and the traffic never stops and the snow never melts cause it's always cold here but we burn the newspapers and our old science textbooks to keep warm and I couldn't even tell you what month it is now

but this morning I opened my eyes and read what the walls have been writing for months and we climbed up on ladders and smashed the ceiling.

we made a skylight and watched the sun rise