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Throw me out the window, literally, that would probably hurt less than theoretically.
But then maybe you’d care enough to call, and talk to me for more than 49 seconds.
I wish I could tell you about my flight, but I can’t, literally, so maybe I can, theoretically.
The minute you said goodbye I felt myself take off.
I left the ground with such sudden urgency that I didn’t notice how fast I was going.
Next, I felt myself collide with the cold, hard, glass:
cold as ice,
hard as a rock.
Within milliseconds, the glass shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, each piercing my face, one by one, every time you said you couldn’t call.
And then, after the glass pulled the blood from my body, I went cold, and fell.
I’ve fallen down three stories, one for every day, and I’ve still got four more to pass.
You’d think the icy wind across my skin would feel liberating as I fall, but all I feel is cold.
falling
falling
falling
all the way down.
You say you know what this feels like, but I promise, you’ve never felt the shards pierce your soul like I have.  You’ve never felt them pierce your heart.  You’ve never fallen, with no knowledge of what will be thrown at you, and no knowledge of how far away the ground is.

And the worst part is, I’m falling alone, because you’re not here, and I can’t tell you this.
So for now, I put on a happy face, and instead of falling, I am flying.
 Jun 2012 Ashley Barrios
dj
We can dance on yellow petals
Until they're red.
All of our lives we've been waiting
Who cares what God said
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Exactly sure of what we wanted
Vexed by time
Biology
Geography

I remember the wallpaper textures
I kept running my hand against it that next morning
I remember the bobbing sunflower heads outside
the doorwall
The peeling paint on the window sill
I most especially remember you -
All of my life I've wanted to do this

*Xoxo
 Jun 2012 Ashley Barrios
dj
33
 Jun 2012 Ashley Barrios
dj
33
I live in the dark.
No -
Not Me
But I.

I'm what
You don't
Admit in daylight
Because I'm
Under the floorboards

I won't decay
Like the other 32 boys
I'll remain
Vengeful.
33 words for 33 victims.
Cleethorpes


Shoveling sand up Sally's ***
n passing gas in the Lido,
Fitties camp n a loose hipped *****;
somefuckers dog named Fido.

Oh yeah; shove-halfpenny with gennyreny
and pitch n toss in big alley,
candyfloss, Bruce Lee's Big boss
n slurping on Sally's valley.
 Oct 2011 Ashley Barrios
KM Jones
serenade me with silence

...

I look for your affections between the lines...

on napkin corners...

in notebooks, worn with age

...

unclothe me to the metronome of your latest rabbit trail

I won't mind if it is meant for someone else

...

love, I'm asking for nothing more than to share your bed

...

play muse, for a night

or two

...

darling, I think I could be poetic for you.
i've such muscles do
pry apart your clenchness
and open up thy chest
to your burning petal keep
and get thigh deep
into your splendor
my weakest body harder
 Mar 2011 Ashley Barrios
Quinn
feelings
that i thought
were my own
sloppily spill out
out of the ****
in my face
that you carelessly
made with the dullest of blades

i can't stop them from escaping
and my cheeks
burn crimson
as i watch my
most intimate thoughts, feelings, moments
drift away
down stream
the entire world standing
on either side
drinking in
my misery

you stand there
smiling
and try to strike up
friendly conversation
fully knowing
that i can't possibly speak
because of the
endless flow of emotional *****
that escapes me now

my earth eyes burn
you to the core
but you feel nothing

you never did feel anything
did you?
©erinquinn2011
I missed you yesterday.
So I started folding paper planes,
But I knew they'd never reach you.
Aerodynamics         paper              really         up.
                          and            doesn't            a­dd

I switched to folding boats instead,
And they looked strong and sharp.
But they sank even
                                  faster
                   ­                         than
                                   ­                  my
                                                            he­art.
And, no one ever taught me how to sail.

Then, I tried my hand at paper cranes,
Because, I read somewhere,
"One thousand cranes are good for one true wish."
But I stopped after forty-three,
When I ran out of square paper and band-aids.

So, I folded up some stars instead,
But they weren't any good.
They didn't twinkle and they couldn't
                                                        ­          even
                                                  ­                          fall...
(and i stopped wishing on stars years ago).

I gave up on origami; I was never very good.
Paper only likes me when with pen.
Instead, I'll try to reach you
with the words I love to write --
poetry [and] promises [and] dreams
(and maybe a few apologies for loving you all wrong).
All I really wanted to say was,

"Baby, run away with me."

But I didn't think - the words alone - would move you.
© March 9th, 2011 Moriah Jean

For Bryant.
Thoughts racing
Faster faster
Until they meet
A beautiful disaster
Open conclusions
Creating an illusion
Vanishing doubt
For a moment
Diffusion
Reality becomes diluted
Dreams are substituted
In order to hear
The world must be muted
Silence
Tune out the violence
Mindlessly thinking
Treading contradictions
To keep from sinking
Ideas constantly interlinking
Forming thoughts
Which is where I'm caught
Trying to decipher what is
From what's not
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