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 Aug 2014 bambi
Seán Mac Falls
Robins spike morning lawns,
Pulling from the moist earth,
Bobbing and rigging new oil
Skinned worms took topside
And butterflies dart hovering,
Swirling eddies over flowers
On this windless day, sailing
In search of colourful spots
On which to land, sparrows
Are nesting above the frays,
Winging with fresh supplies
Building bases about twigs,
Tufts and twine, canvassing
The nailed on house shelters
Left for them, finches, yellow
Headed come in, cheerfully
Raiding the red apple buds
Before trees are even laden
And flowers are out in force
As the rapacious humming
Birds thrusting their rapiers,
Lash all the hearts blooming.
 Aug 2014 bambi
Joshua Haines
Punk lips in perpetual paralysis,
and they're too afraid to let them kiss.
Too afraid to try to let it last
because of the blurs in their past.

I think the kids are in trouble.
Hanging out with temporary people;
making the wrong times never stop.
Smoking dreams with glass lovers
to indie sonnets and neon power pop.

The world knows they can pretend,
and it's their hearts they can't defend
from the illusion of what they could be,
and the loneliness of what they'll never see.

They skate the pavement until the sun sits,
and drink ***** from water bottles until their hurt slurs.
It's the preparation of tomorrow and what it may not bring
that makes every moment before, everything.

They're scared because it's real,
and I'm scared because they're scared.
Sometimes I feel so deeply
it burns me like kerosene.

The addiction is in superposition
and I'm ready to go.

Do you feel me?
Let us transcend this temporality.
 Aug 2014 bambi
jdmaraccini
Fear
 Aug 2014 bambi
jdmaraccini
Fear in, fear out,
I fear what I doubt,
I doubt what I fear.
Swing such banner over yonder,
until I am forced to stop.

I shout,
one tear, two tears, three,
drip, drop.
I sit on my throne and ponder,
there is no "I" in chaos,
who is at the door?

Knock! knock!

I answer not.
JDMaraccini
2014
 Aug 2014 bambi
K Balachandran
I am neither  the body, nor the mind that bridles it,
   the realization strikes, my moment of awakening
             the horse and the rider
  will submerge in the river at the limits.
          The consciousness , the storm petrel
   alone  would cross the limits of the 'sky of the mind'
           - painted by material world, through life time-
to super consciousness, beyond the bubble of universe,
        " the presence before the beginning", timeless
  where there are no two, "I am that"
        nothing but the primordial One
Neti, Neti (Sanskrit) in ancient texts "Upanishads" is the analytic meditation to understand the  nature of absolute(Brahman) eliminating one by one what is not "absolute"
 Jun 2014 bambi
Haruka
Today, I went back to the place where you kissed me for the first time.
The lady at the counter remembered me as the girl
that would always smile softly at the tall boy,
and my arms wouldn't stop trembling
as I grabbed the ice cream from her aged hands.

I still feel you in my bones.

I remember the day I got the call.
Your mom's voice was incoherent through the static
and the violent sobs.
"He...he swerved into the median and his car flipped," your brother
never really liked me,
but in that moment he sounded almost sorry for me,
for all of us.

I saw your brother cry for the first time that night,
and between the ugly hiccups,
he said, "Hell, he'd die laughing if he saw me like this."
and I said, "That death would've been more fitting."

Please come back now.

I remember laying in bed for days,
replaying the conversations,
the memories,
the very essence of you.

I miss you like the moon misses the sun.

Your best friend stood next to me at the memorial service.
"Do you believe in God?" He asked me this as your brother said a few words that your Dad wrote for him.

"Do you believe in God?" You asked me this on a crisp February evening,
much different from the freezing November morning they lowered you
6 feet into the ground.
I smiled and leaned my face into your soft, brown hair,
"Yeah, I do. Because I believe he led me to you, dearest."


"No. I don't," I replied to your best friend and he glanced down
at the empty coffin,
"Me too," he whispered.

Something inside me cracked that day.

Your last words to me were: "You looked so beautiful in the moonlight.
I feel like I've fallen in love with you all over again. I'll see you soon, I promise"

I'm so scared that in our haste to heal, we'll forget too soon.
Because you my love,
were beautiful.
And beautiful things deserve to be remembered.

"I'll remember you.
I promise, I will."

My arms still shake when I drive by your neighborhood.
My eyes still water when I walk by your locker.
My knees still tremble when I stumble into our Chemistry class.
But I promise,
I'll remember you.
I'll remember you.

                                       -the Moon
I love you so much.
It's still hard to breathe.
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