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 Sep 2013 Atlas
Hadley
A poem
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Hadley
Teach your daughters
To impress
To be intimidating in a pretty dress
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Annie
warm black coffee syrup
down my esophagus
it's a shame
you kinged me when you did
because i have more to offer
than those sweet mint nights
out in those cars
and as much as i wish
i knew how to whisper
to the bees,
I'm glad I can't
I'd rather keep the sting a mystery

I hate to sleep in my own bed-
it is already filled with ghosts
and everything plastered on my walls
is a reminder of everything
i have failed to achieve

your elbow excites me
because the angles
tell me stories of when dew
settled on grass

but those stories are
strictly for my dreams
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Annie
the other day a well respected friend of mine
asked me why i smoked cigarettes
as i was sparking up to light one

i was slightly taken aback by this question
and i never really thought about why
so my immediate response was,
"it’s just something to fill my time with",

but upon further introspection
i realized i smoked because
it was a slow suicide
not abrupt,
but long and drawn out

and i am too afraid to **** myself
quickly
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Arabella
the worst
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Arabella
Just kids,
i'm missing the taste of blood
in my mouth.

Skinny arms
draped over my shoulders
followed by loneliness.

Now,
with an unrecognized face,
I walk these halls with regret.
Knowing,
that forgetting
is not an option.

It's a shame,
not realizing what we have
until it's gone.
dried up worms decorate the side walk,
leaving the dirt,
nearly abandoned.

As machine work does,
I'm refueled each morning
with three pills,
replacing emotion
with steal.

you'll grow back,
as everything does
in the spring.
*******,
as we remembered that we no longer knew
how to love each other.

a cycle,
of becoming strangers.
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Jimmy King
We biked to the market
For too-much ice cream
And hot afternoons

We drove to a parking lot
For a couple joints of ****
And impossibly late
Evenings

We exchanged
Cheesy compliments
In my mother’s basement
Just before your first kiss
(Our first kiss)

We flattered each other
With beautiful poems
And genuine emotion
Just before
We finally kissed again

We picked flowers
From the garden
By the middle school
Becoming best friends

We picked basil
From the garden
In my back yard
Not knowing
What we were becoming

But regardless
Of whether we never
Get off our bikes
Or go upstairs
Or head back indoors
I’ll be happy
To be with you
 Sep 2013 Atlas
phocks
All the pretty people in their wind up cars,
Go wandering past with their handlebars.
Don’t you go on down to the merry go round,
For it is high time that you heard the sound.

All the birds are flying up into the clouds,
While you sit alone and watch the rain coming down,
Time’s a wasting if you really want to get things done,
And you really want to come and have some fun.

Look around to the people who fall on the floor,
Wont you tell them they don’t have to worry no more.
Seems the more I tell them, the less they know,
And we’ll all wake up together if we all decide to go.

Come on lay your weary head upon my shoulder
Won’t you stay with me in the cold of the night.
If you just be here now you won’t get any older,
But you’ll stay young forever ’till the morning light

Inside your mind you know that you can fly,
High above the others up on the wire.
You believe you’re going up to a higher plane,
But no one seems to really know your name.

Ten thousand days and nights you’ve cried alone,
Sitting in the boardroom on the phone,
Jetting off to see your friends in Rome,
When you don’t even know your friends at home.

Tip toe up the stairs into your room.
You know that she’s coming home all too soon.
You’ll never ever let her get away,
Even if it takes you all your days.

Align with all the colours of your dreams,
It’s easy when there’s nothing as it seems.
Together we will fly into the night,
Oh little blackbird let me see you take flight.

Total glory is never around the corner.
It’s always lying just where I would warn her,
And she climbs the stairs so naked and so free,
Until she’s upstairs so permanently.

Light up another match if you still can,
They are signifiers of exactly who I am.
Remark to me that I never knew your fate,
When I watch you walking through that gate.

The test of time is all that I know best,
When my head is lying in your breast,
Enticing me with your lovely sounds,
That echo even when there’s no one around.

Fortune is the way that many fools take,
And never a single cent do they often make,
But me I know there is a different way,
Than to be a slave to just another day.

******* thieves will rob you willingly,
And you will give them exactly what they need.
Put away your saving for a rainy day,
You’ll never use it as you wish to anyway.

Come gather up all your things and throw them on,
The fire is burning well into the dawn.
Two thousand books have met their fate,
Their text in time will never be erased.
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Haley Rezac
And if I choose to die,
then Darling, kiss my name
goodbye;
do not deny
the grave that pulls me
down.

Keep me warm
until I'm swallowed away
and the world turns gray
--then RUN!
Head to somewhere underground
Oh God, I hope you won't be found
and let your warmth invade
the cave
before it dies
before it dies;
and make a home for
your head to rest
--I know it's not the best,
my love,
but it will all be over soon
just keep your mind
on me and you
on me and you,
under rain and bitter skies
--you can't deny
we tried, we tried
with angels in the sky
and with tears in their eyes
we fell
--and now this place is nothing but a
living hell.

So SWEETHEART.
I am so SORRY for PUSHING you a-WAY
from me,
I swear I didn't mean to.
I swear my love still rings true
but God I couldn't survive
the lies I put myself through,
they were TORTURE
and no one needs to see
how I can be,
they don't need to see me bleed
in suffering,
especially not you
my dear,
my dear...

So look up in to the rain
as it silently meets your face
and discards each tear
down the drain;
let it pull you
up in its embrace,
keep you from seeing my escape
as you hold the weather close
to your chest
--it's for the best

it's for the best.
Inspired by La Dispute, the best **** lyricists.
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Emma E Jones
obscure
 Sep 2013 Atlas
Emma E Jones
how can i explain in words
what the dark feels like
to somebody who hasn't seen

some you know
its found a way
in their heads too
through the cracks

seeping in from nowhere

quiet now but just the voices
some bring me back
others draw me in deeper
to a well of ink filled sorrow
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