Bellis Tart: Favorites

Oct 2010 Bellis Tart

Cassie Mae

Is love supposed to be poetic?
Or is real love this painful,
burning sensation
in the pit of your stomach?

The heart is not involved.
It is left whole
beautiful.
No scars, no breaks.

But the butterflies,
their wings catch fire
like paper,
they fall
silently screaming, crying.

But the heart is never hurt.
Just the innocent butterflies
that make you smile
laugh
cry
fall in love

they die.

Cassie Mae Writings 2010

Oct 2010 Bellis Tart

alone

Oct 2010 Bellis Tart

Shelly Dee

alone

i'm sorry if it seems
as if i'm not all here
i've worked hard
at always being here
and i'm done
with wanting
you to notice
that i'm
alone
with you
alone
but you are here
and i'm alone
this seems a surprise
somehow now
now that i
don't care
so i'm sorry
that you
will now
be
alone

Oct 2010 Bellis Tart

I Woke Up

Oct 2010 Bellis Tart

Pen Lux

I Woke Up

I fell asleep,
dreaming of your blood shot eyes
I woke up,
to an earthquake of emotion
I gave in,
to the fragile smile of a timid boy
I gave up,
to the words that held me down
I went to,
a place with people
I left,
and sang about their hats
their dreams
and then,
I danced their ambitions
I fell asleep,
to the song of your splattered eyes
I woke up,
to the reality that they never belonged to me.

Oct 2010 Bellis Tart

The in between matters not

Oct 2010 Bellis Tart

Rachel Sterling

The in between matters not

it starts with such innocence
the roles of nurse/mother/babysitter
always have i slipped
into far too easily

it starts with a drunk man
a hurt man
a problem child
with giant man-child problems

it starts with a text
‘can we talk I’m lonely?’
‘can we talk I’m concussed?’
‘can we talk I need comfort?’

it starts with my answer.
‘sure let us talk and walk.’
‘awe don’t go to sleep.’
‘yeah I’ll be right there.’

it starts with small talk
small talk moves inside
inside moves upstairs
upstairs moves to a bed

it starts with sleep
simple chaste sleep
back to back sleep
under separate sheets
sleep

it starts with a roll
“you’re comfortable”
"you calm me down"
wrap me in strong, gorgeous arms

it starts with arms
arms and legs and faces
all tangled up and groggy
groggy with sleep and alcohol

it starts with awake
I am now awake
man-child kissing my face
still wrapped in his arms

it starts with surrender
surrender and melting
melting into man-child
all his beautiful problems mine

it starts with passion
sculpted chest heaving
hearts racing
lips and hands groping

it starts with leaving
now sober and guilty
satisfied and exhausted
handsome still

it ends with alone

Copyright Rachel Sterling