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 Nov 2011 Amber S
Samuel
Body
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Samuel
A frivolous fire crept 'tween some toes
Climbed up a calf and met with a knee
Danced past a waist that nobody knows
Up through all that blind fingers see
It crawled its way over the length of the skin
And over full mountains of rib-cages when
It got to the heart
And found you there
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Madeline
spillings
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Madeline
pining and finger-twisting;
watch me weak with wanting you.
your golden-haired laughter,
and your soft-crinkling eyes
  do they read the words behind me
    (three of them, overused but
   achingly true)?
haven't you heard?
well, i won't spoil it, but
they're spilling over, so i'd
brace yourself, if i were

you.
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Madeline
i've seen through you, my good king,
seen to your blackened heart.
i've tasted your desires and i've meddled in your art.
i've seen the girl with raven hair
the one whose eyes are grey.
i've seen you sweat and wait for her,
and i'll see her falling day.

do you watch her, do you want her,
you animal, you fiend?
you'll catch her as she smiles at you
you'll taste what it could mean.
do you think she wears her clothes for you,
to take off and devour?
you'll regard her and disarm her,
you'll lust away the hours.
you'll eat her heart and call her heartless,
feed her soul to lions,
you'll starve her of her decency
and you will leave her blind.
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Kelly Zhang
She used to read me poems she’d made out of glass and soft wool, and I’d always fall asleep to her lilting words. A ring sat on the 3rd finger of her left hand, a pair of kissing silver fish. She twisted it when she was nervous, and when I looked at her for too long.

Although I am sure she often looked at me for longer.

Some days I almost forget her name, and it makes me sad. So I wrote it down on a slip of paper and now keep it in my pocket, for that insane fear of letting her go entirely. Clementine; she was beautiful. One detail I remember clearest was she only had one freckle in her entire life. It sat just underneath her left cheekbone, and she liked it because I did.
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 Nov 2011 Amber S
Samuel
I found myself wanting to get you a necklace
  you know
to replace that one with the silver heart you wore before
      the chains got all tangled

I even picked it out, a light blue teardrop of glass to
match mine

no symbolism gets by you, and I wanted to get for you a
    tangible reminder that sadness is always there but

safely contained in a beautiful teardrop from
me to you if that makes any sense whatsoever
to lift up the latches and feel our breeze come
through the glass

there is a sense of fragility in tangible things
  a sense that cautions me from investing any power in one

if only there were a way
I hope you never forget
 Nov 2011 Amber S
H
He and She
 Nov 2011 Amber S
H
He says hello
And he means simply that.
She analyzes such an intro
and draws plans to enact.

He shrugs his shoulders
Because he really doesn't know.
She reads too far in
and can't seem to let it go.

He walks away
Because there's nothing left to say.
She remains drowning
Distressed damsal in a falsified play.
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Samuel
Phosphorus
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Samuel
What place luminescent
joy has in a winter storm
I know not, but between
the labored breaths and
windy retaliation, it
shines
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Annaleisa
Awake at the crack of moonshine, and its our choice.
We live for a day, though, it isn’t our last.
Every woman speaks up for her muffled voice.
The children have the longest, hardest past.
The nuns swear at God while they **** the priests
There’s forgiveness and understanding within the stubborn man’s mind
And peace is spread through the Middle East.
The critic allows himself to be blind.
Black policemen have cars filled of white men in the backseat
The Catholics let their bodies take over their morals
The vegans stuff their face bragging of their raw meat
The new widow in mourning wears nothing but florals.
Men and men. Women and woman unite their love with “I Do”’s
The watches decide to stop all time
The artist killed off his most helpful muse
Not living his life was the old man’s only crime.
 Nov 2011 Amber S
Annaleisa
I signed this providence with no reluctance
and I loved him.
His kisses had the same satisfaction of catching raindrops in my mouth,
Hold, my contract dissolved before my eyes,
I felt lumps on his skin that used to be my kisses.
I weakened him and pushed him back so many times.
This bird that flew so proudly was now a corpse and I, the murderer.
I dreamed of raindrops on my tongue, I got them back so many times.
Before the judge, we sat on opposing sides of the halls.
“What caused this end?” The judge questioned, I wondered.
I was floating on the floor. I needed his warmth,
He needed an end.
I signed this providence with only reluctance.
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