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Feb 2013 Anna Ray

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Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Sarah Boren

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Thy words were almost certain
yet methinks I must err.
I started walking toward thee
and thy voice called away from there.

I turned toward thy tender words
and listened with my ear
hoping to understand
why I was called toward my fear.

Thy words were almost certain
yet methinks I must err,
because the path that I was on
struck me as straight and fair.

I walked toward the darkness
from which I heard thy voice
and nothing seemed to happen
though I had made the right choice.

Thy words were almost certain
yet methinks I must err
because the darkness lengthens
and I cannot see you there.

Yet my feet will keep me moving
toward thy calm and gentle voice
for I know thy love will keep me
and take me to thy choice.

Thy words, I know, are certain
and I know I cannot err
for my callous hear beats
only when thou art near

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

If it's Love (Train)-- on the freeway

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Kate Lion

If it's Love (Train)-- on the freeway

While everybody else is getting out of bed, I'm usually getting in it
.. Why am I up this early? Right. He needs to get to school.
I'm not in it to win it and there's a thousand ways you can skin it
I wonder if this song makes him sad, because of her
My feet have been on the floor, flat like an idle singer
He seems more focused on driving than the song, though
Remember winger, I digress, I confess you are the best thing in my life
This could be the last time we ever have a chance to talk one on one, and we're silent
Just... listening to the radio.
But it seems normal.

But I'm afraid when I hear stories 'bout a husband and wife
Me too. That's why my best guy friend is my brother.
There's no happy endings, no Henry Lee, but you are the greatest thing about me
... Bro.  There are a million and a half things I want to say to you right now
If it's love
This song is a lot different when you think about family bonds instead
And we decide that it's forever, no one else could do it better
Really, though, Train.  Dallin and I.  Friends for life.
If it's love
And we're two birds of a feather* *he's been my best friend since the age of 1 then the rest is just whatever
And if I'm addicted to loving you and you're addicted to my love too
We're both sort of forever alone now. Since she broke his heart...
We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together
That's us. Right now.
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, that's enough for me
I wonder where we'll end up.  In 2 months, I'll be in Argentina.
Took a loan on a house I own, can't be a queen bee without a bee-throne
I wanna buy you everything except cologne 'cause it's poison
I wonder if Dallin still wears Axe...
We can travel to Spain where the rain falls mainly on the plain side and sing
Why didn't we have more adventures together?
'Cause it is we can laugh, we can sing, have ten kids and give them everything
I wonder how many kids we'll have... and if our spouses will be adorable
Hold our cell phones up in the air and just be glad that we made it here alive
On a spinning ball in the middle of space,
I love you from your toes to your face
Seriously, bro.  If this song makes you sad, I'll turn it off.  But I feel like we're both thinking.  A lot.  So it doesn't matter.
If it's love
And we decide that it's forever, no one else could do it better
If it's love
And we're two birds of a feather then the rest is just whatever
Really, though.  She doesn't matter in the end.  Family matters, though.  Family matters in the end.
And if I'm addicted to loving you and you're addicted to my love too
We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, that's enough for me
You can move in, I won't ask where you've been
Really, though. I'm always here for you.  Except that I'm leaving.... But I have to leave.
'Cause everybody has a past
There's a lot I never told you.  And I know you'd understand if I told you. But I don't want to disappoint you as an older sister.
When we're older we'll do it all over
Again
Will we still be close when we're older?
When everybody else is getting out of bed, I'm usually getting in it
Truth.  Why am I up this early again? Right.  He needs a person.  He needs a human right now.
I'm not in it to win it,
I'm in it for you
I'm up this early for you
If it's love
And we're two birds of a feather, then the rest is just whatever
Then the rest is just whatever
If it's love and we decide that it's forever, no one else could do it better
And if I'm addicted to loving you and you're addicted to my love too
We can be them two birds of a feather that flock together
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, got to have something to keep us together
Love, love, that's enough for me
*My brother.

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

next time you're on the road

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Kate Lion

next time you're on the road

9/11 was the end of the world
but people are still getting up, getting dressed, going to work, being normal
obama's re-election was the end of the world
but people are still getting up, getting dressed, going to work, being real people
the mayans predicted the end of the world
the government is restricting gun rights
on the streets in the Middle East the innocent die
it's the end of the world
but everyone is wrong

take a good look around on the freeway
a mass of metal and gears controlled by one person
i refuse to believe the world is headed for hell
until
nobody trusts each other enough
to drive cars on the same street anymore

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Curb Thinker.

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

jess casner

Curb Thinker.

As I sit on my curb
smoking a menthol cigarette
I'm thinking of all things wrong with me
and the world.
Questions fill my mind.
Why is the world so cruel?
Why am I the person I am today?
Why do things have to go wrong?
Why cant I go one day without disapointing someone?
These questions will never get answered.
I could do it myself,
just maybe I could.
But choose not to,
for the suspense of the lingering
questions excite me.
Taking another drag of my cigarette
one after another.
It slowly dies down,
these worries along with it.
Finally off my mind
until I revisit the same curb
and light up a new stoug.
Every thought about
the cruel world
and myself
rushes over me like a stampede
of horses.
Can I ever get a peaceful moment
with my cancer stick and myself?
But that's another question
that will never get answered,
along with the others.

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

An Ode to Begonias

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Joshua Rosen

An Ode to Begonias

Hello there sir!
                                                                                     Why how do you do?
I'm doing quite well.
How about you?
                                                                                     Fine, just fine.
                                                                                     But my begonias are dying.
                                                                                     They're wilting and wilting
                                                                                     There's no bother trying.
But try sir you must!
That is what we do.
To thrive and survive...
                                                                                     Am I not just waiting in queue?
                                                                                     Sitting and biding
                                                                                     As time doth draw near.
But your begonias are dying!
                                                                                     What should I have to fear?
For your garden you fool!
Why its all that we've all got!
A garden to till,
And begonias to rot,
                                                                                     But you've said it right there!
                                                                                     The plant's reached its prime.
                                                                                     And I am a man,
                                                                                     With limited time.
Aha! Now I've got you.
A son of Camus*
What if next its your roses?
                                                                                     Then I bid them adieu!
Your violets, hydrangeas?
And lilys to boot?
Do they mean nothing?
                                                                                     But sir neither do you.
I don't get your meaning...
                                                                                     And that is the key.
You will be alone!
                                                                                     And thus Ill be free!
So what will you do,
With no garden to grow,
Some dead begonias
You'll be lost to ago.
                                                                                     Perhaps you are right.
                                                                                     My era will pass
                                                                                     But Ill arrive at the answer
                                                                                     At long, long last
But what is it? You'll tell me?
When you get there I mean.
You remember my garden,
Here like its been.
                                                                                     My begonias are dying
                                                                                     That is all you need know
                                                                                     And maybe when yours do
                                                                                     You'll finally know
My garden is glorious
There'll be no Death here
                                                                                     What you have now
                                                                                     Will soon disappear.
                                                                                     But we're going in circles.
                                                                                     May your garden grow tall,
Why thank you good man!
                                                                                     Before Death steals it all.

*An absurdist philosopher, pronouced Cam-oo.

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

remember it all

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

andrea rose

remember it all

The feel of your hands,
the smell of your hair,
the rush of your energy,
the light of your soul.
The tingle of your touch,
the brush of your lips,
the tone of your whisper,
the wake of your smile.
The way you made me feel small;
I remember it all.

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

My Father Carlos (Random Spew)

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Victoria Jennings

My Father Carlos (Random Spew)

I love how you never loved me
I love how you pretended to

I hate how my heart broke
When I saw shirts that said Daddy's little girl
Because I knew I never would be

I get confused when I think about
How you acted like you cared
How I cried and you hugged me
A real fatherly hug for the first time
And how weeks later when I left
You didn't even say a word
Didn't fight to keep me
Because you didn't want me

I guess I can say
I lived just fine without you
But everyone wants two parents
I was left with one
And she did amazing
But whenever I go and visit my brothers
I envy them
I want to scream
Because they have their mom
And the person who was suppose to my dad

I call you Carlos because that's who you are
Not dad or daddy
And when I refer to you I say my father Carlos
And try not to sound emotionally involved
You and I have never been close
But I still have made similar mistakes
And look undeniably like yours
And each day I curse my genes

I wish I could say I love you
But I know so little
And you've made life harder on me
So all I can say is
Your chromosomes make up half of me
And I think you gave me all the crazy genes
And I cant hate you for that
But certainly can't love you for that either.

More I could have said but I don't like talking about him and this is already so long.

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Southern Hospitality

Feb 2013 Anna Ray

Sparrow

Southern Hospitality

You asked me once why I felt safe with you
The answer is simple, really;
you speak to me sweeter
than the southern twang
of lightly painted china cups
twinkling with an old tonic
your great grandmother grew up with -

Peach tea,
more sugar than ice
and the chime of silver spoons
stirring away low hanging sky
in a lazy afternoon haze.

You speak to me with the comfort
of a tea cup
cradled by the saucer
lips meeting gently against each other
so as not to scrape a scar against the fragile cheek
of either companion

Sometimes you even whisper
with the rattles of old age
chiming away at the edges
of sweet forgotten bliss -

You, darling, speak to me sweeter
than any grain of sugar
that rubbed me raw.