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 May 2013 Barb
Andrea
you didn't give me the key
to your heart.
It's fine,
I'm a fairly decent locksmith.
And instead of floating in the sea
of blue in your eyes,
I just drowned.
My little boat almost didn't save me.
The warmth of your body next to mine
just scorched and burned me,
so I showered in a waterfall of aloe.
Your kisses peppering my shoulders,
turned into knives stabbing my damaged skin.
And out of nowhere, I pulled out some bandages.
Red
Her eyes were red,
They showed her pain
It was obvious,
That she was crying again.

Her voice, just a whisper
Insignificant as dust
She's searching for someone
Someone to trust

She smiled and laughed
While her eyes remained empty
Strange that a smile
Can hide things so deadly

Her wrists show no scars
But her soul, tampered and broken
Their words were like weapons
Invisible when spoken

Her eyes were red,
They showed her pain
It was obvious,
That she was crying again...
 Apr 2013 Barb
Sarah Bat
How astonishing
That something as small and feeble as the human heart
Encased in a cage of muscles and bones for its own safety
Can reach out across hundreds of miles
To touch another of its own kind
Give all it has to give
And continue beating
 Apr 2013 Barb
Traci Eklund
There is beauty in the most troubled souls
there is life in the sky above
the roots of growth beneath our feet
the today that lays at the end of the paths we meet
the meaning we suckle from every defeat
the hope that lingers in the air we breathe
the love that is held within every being we greet
here is to the moment we have yet to share
to the invisable strings that bring us closer together
here I lay shifted as the clouds that crumble above our heads
memories that are infused with every coffee I drink
thoughts that guide every dance I make
the flaws deep within my soul or upon the flesh that covers my bones
defines the fact that I am human
a person with a past, future, and a now
 Apr 2013 Barb
Cass
you are a heavy trinket
on a gold chain
deciding my fate
with the steady swing
of your insecurity
right, left,
here, gone
never quite feeling
but coming close enough
to fool me into thinking
that you're intentions are as gold
as your metaphorical heart
you are a pendulum;
just as unreliable.
 Mar 2013 Barb
Cass
VII.
 Mar 2013 Barb
Cass
I don't know who this girl is
She showed up a few days ago
In her too-short skirts and push-up bras
Pretty in black, black, black
A secretive smirk on her lollipop lips
And candy flavored tongue
But she's definitely not that sweet
Slightly deranged
Obsessed with freedom
And destruction
She'll look upon you with hunger
As wind whips her hair into her dead eyes
But you'll never see her again
I don't know who this girl is.
 Mar 2013 Barb
Cass
I've lost again
 Mar 2013 Barb
Cass
as I look out the window on a spring day
which looks a lot like winter
I numbly sip my tea
and think of you and your apologies
but you're apologizing for the wrong things
that is why I smile graciously
as you whisper those words against my skin
although I am still dying
for I will never mean anything to you
I will never be more to you
or anybody
I guess that's why I let them all use me
and I'm so used to it
that the pain of this knowledge
is only a dull throb
as I allow you to trace the contours of my body
and lie to me with your clever half truths
this sharp stinging pain only comes after
when I realize
that I mean even less than I imagined
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