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Feb 2013 Angelique

Never Ending Tangle

You fall hard,
Not for the person,
But for the idea.
The chase is more fun.
Flirting, teasing, suspense.
Of not knowing what they’re thinking
And hoping they like you
More than you like them.
But once they like you more,
You feel whatever.
It’s cool, moving on.
But then they do move on,
And then you wonder
If you missed out on something great.
You overthink everything you said or did.
Because maybe just maybe they are the person for you,
And you messed everything up by playing the game
You thought you were supposed to play.
Because that’s how life works.
You only want someone until they want you back
And once they don’t want you
You want them more than you ever wanted them before.
You fall in love with an idea.
The idea of being happy,
The idea of love.
But in reality you only crave the attention,
The attention you probably don’t deserve.
Which makes you crave it more
Because now that other person probably found someone they like better.
Better than you.
Prettier than you.
More charming than you.
Someone who actually likes them for who they are.
So you put them down to make yourself feel better
Because there is no way she is better than you.
Prettier than you.
More charming than you.
If she even exists.
I wonder if she exists.
God, what is wrong with me?
Overthinking is a dangerous road.
Don’t fall into the trap.

This is supposed to be read aloud as spoken word poetry. Enjoy.

Feb 2013 Angelique

A Waste of My Time

Feb 2013 Angelique

Michelle Nyamekye

A Waste of My Time

It's as if everything I do is pointless.
Why do I even try to help.
I throw out my heart to you and you just watch it.
I offer my help but you don't want it.
Is it because it's from me? What have I done?
I hate this feeling of rejection.
I see you accepting help from everyone else.
You tell them you love them and thank them as well.
As for me, you just ignore my message.
Pretend its not there, take my heart and destroy it.
Think about what I'm trying to do.
I'm not being selfish, I do this for you.
It's always me that get's ignored.
You invite others in, then when I come you close the door.

Nothing I do is ever good enough.
Nothing is important, you reject my love.
I have given up, I am done with this.
In hope of helping you out, I now feel worthless.
I show you all your worth, I point out your beauty.
Now I feel like a ****, I feel so *****.
So I'm not gonna try, I mean what's the point.
Whatever I offer is not good enough.
It's never good enough and it never will be.

Without my help you will learn to be happy.
Without my help you will see your beauty.
It turns out you never really needed me.
You never needed my help, it just wasn't enough.
And the thing you needed least, was my love.

I will take it back, I will just give up.
I will lock up my heart, it shall never be loved.
Cause no matter how hard I try, I will just never be good enough.
My smiles, my hugs. My encouragement, my love.
I shouldn't even bother, why should I try.
It would be best for all if I died.

I understand now, I got the memo.
You would like it best if I left you alone.
So I will be gone, no more help from me.
I will pack up my stuff and I will leave.
You will never here of me again
I mean how can you when I am dead.

Feb 2013 Angelique

4:32 a.m.

Feb 2013 Angelique

Tom McCone

4:32 a.m.

-I stand in a corridor and scream-

there is no echo, I am not screaming,
the scream is a landmine,
taped to every last pore of my flesh.
I make clawmarks, pulling skin off.

but the pores go on forever,
but my fears keep flowing,

like the white breaking porcelain
on the shoreline I drown in,

-I am alone-
and,

and the clock's killing me,
in slow moves, toothache,
and the rising tide of that sea.

-I am a field-

littered with bodies, just like mine:
I've discarded each of them,
when I don't want to be me.

but I want to be me.

I just don't feel this way, with any consistency.
so,

I just need some small anything,
need your love more than everything,
but who am I kidding;
you'll never love me.

-I am left to my misery-

Feb 2013 Angelique

A Voice For All To Hear

Feb 2013 Angelique

Melissa S

A Voice For All To Hear

I would try and hide from the horrors
and try to hide from the pain
but no matter how deep it is buried
the fact is the pain...it remains
The pain is still there every day
sometimes it is just hidden further away

I had to learn how to hide and how to retreat inside
Tried so many things to fill the emptiness the hole
So much hatred for a thief who stole so many innocent souls
Even though there are no scars on the outside to see
does not mean it did not happen to my sisters and me

thought I was to young to have a voice
to young to have a choice

Where there is darkness there is also light
Maybe some goodness can come of this after all
We can learn together how to come around that darkened wall
Our pain can produce a voice for all to hear
Make a stand.... speak up and listen with our ears

Feb 2013 Angelique

Awkward Hellos and Sad Goodbyes

Feb 2013 Angelique

Scarlett Rose Reid

Awkward Hellos and Sad Goodbyes

awkward hellos
and
sad goodbyes
is all we have,
at least it's all we have
that people could see,
alone you and i can see each other
actually look into one another's eyes
feel our bodies touch and press together
in an almost never ending embrace,
of passion and desire.
i taste your lips over and over
simply because i am afraid to forget how soft,
how sweet, and how warm they are.
i love to share myself with you,
every inch of my pink flesh.
and when the night is gone and the world awakens
once again the awkward hellos
and sad goodbyes is all we have.

Feb 2013 Angelique

Pretend.

Feb 2013 Angelique

Bruise

Pretend.

I pretend it’s true,
me and you.
You hold me close,
nussel my nose.
You kiss my cheek,
oh so sweet.
You pull me in,
that’s when I grin.
The only thing that’s on my mind,
is the one thing that’s hardest to find.
I’m here with you now,
something no one can change.
You’re mine for the moment.
My heart? Yes you stole it.
Who’s to blame
if you don’t feel the same?
It’s not your fault.
Nor is it mine.
Just remember,
It’s fun to pretend sometimes.

Feb 2013 Angelique

i am weak, i am small, i am poor, i am broken

Feb 2013 Angelique

Laney Mejias

i am weak, i am small, i am poor, i am broken

i may not be strong
but every ounce of strength i have
i will use to hold you
as tightly as i can.

i may not be tall,
but i will take you higher than you have ever been
where there is no color, race, fear, or pain
and all is filled with beauty, love, and hope.

i may not have money,
but i am rich in love, and happiness, and soul
and i will share everything i have with you
each second i am by your side.

i may not have been whole,
but that was only because
i did not have my souls twin to complete me,
i had not yet found myself in you.

Feb 2013 Angelique

Face

Feb 2013 Angelique

Constance Alexandra

Face

I walk the world with thoughts of you
In every place I go
Your voice is on the winter wind
Your footprints in the snow
And every tool I try to use to scrape you from my mind
Cuts your name onto my tongue
And beats me till I'm blind
I layed my head upon your knees and breathed the air you breathed
I cut myself when you were cut to know just how you bleed
Now as I walk this empty earth with nothing but a face
To breathe me and to bleed me
Until I leave this place

Feb 2013 Angelique

Why We're Poets

Feb 2013 Angelique

Muggle Ginger

Why We're Poets

I never understood “made in God’s image” until I saw her.
Anyone who’s seen her has higher expectations for what heaven looks like.

We’re both sensitive enough to know what love feels like,
and reasonable enough to know that it can be broken.

The first time you use a new toothbrush is nothing like the first time you kiss a girl,
But I still love them both.

Her laugh is a paradox; an outsider would think she either just said the cleverest thing ever or she wishes she could retract it faster than it was said.
Only I know it’s simply because it’s beautiful. It’s easily my favorite language.

I have considered wearing a wiretap so I could go back and listen to all of our conversations again. And I hope that it picked up her heartbeat. She told me, it’s beating exactly like life should sound like.

She offers to iron any wrinkled clothes. I don’t have any. But I have a wrinkled heart.
I thought it was made into origami but it’s just a wadded ball that missed the wastebasket.

The way she dances to hip-hop shows her versatility,
yet you can tell she doesn’t do this every day; but she still dances.

I’m almost too nervous to hug her - knowing it will have to end.
Whenever I let go, I feel like I made a mistake.

Her voice trails off into silence,
like an hourglass that’s trying to hold itself together.

I like that “click-clack” of her boots.
It lets me know I’m next to someone really going places.

She goes to the mini mart with me even when she doesn't want to get anything,
besides more time together.

This has always been about her.

Feb 2013 Angelique

Graves We Live In

Feb 2013 Angelique

Muggle Ginger

Graves We Live In

I find myself in the crowds of Central Park
The trees look taller than last time I was here
I’ve never been to New York

I’ve shed at least 54 tears in the last 12 minutes
I count them as they drop
Like seconds ticking off my clock
I can’t wait for tomorrow because
Maybe then I’ll feel better

The grass is green under the snow
I dug down to make sure
It took me 33 minutes to touch bottom
The grass was dead
It hasn’t seen the sun in at least 3 weeks

Maybe it is safer to be alone
I know for sure it’s easier to be alone
At least it was when I didn’t know what good company felt like
Now I can’t even read without feeling eyes over my shoulder

I don’t fit in here or there because of my odd mentality
I’m not mental, but my thoughts will soon be detrimental
I take a shower to feel better – it didn’t work
I go on a run - I didn’t make it back

I finally wake up; still crying
6 feet under and my heart finally calms
The dirt is fresh on my palms
I dig my own grave over and over