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 Jun 2013 Ben
vircapio gale
you were one of them,
from one of us, half-breed woven in--
hardened as a tool of war,
yet keen to have my heart.

my oppressors, free to vote,
**** and ****** on occasion--
they surround me now,
standing, coming forth in turns.

all has changed, it is the same.
i am strewn on sharpest leaves
to satisfy the needs our mothers always served--
be another mixing, nothoi bearing womb.

would you kiss me here
as you did in summer nights?
or stare unblinking at the laughs,
and lift me from the muddied earth?

will you love me equally?
will you set this pain aside
and meet me in our secret wood again?
--beyond the torches, arrive for me
a face of rage and fury wielding bronze
cut them into jets of red,
sever from your lineage
and bind us to a single fate?

alone our eyes were unafraid,
we made delight in safe, warm, dark--
sparked our love into an endless open eye
that gazes still, in bushes, roots of ease, not guilt









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The helots, a subjugated population of ancient Sparta, "were ritually mistreated, humiliated and even slaughtered: every autumn, during the Crypteia, they could be killed by a Spartan citizen without fear of repercussion... Krypteia or crypteia (from κρυπτός / kruptós, 'hidden, secret things') was a tradition involving young Spartans, part of the regime of Spartan education."

"The Spartans used helot women to satisfy the state's human personnel needs: the '*******' (nothoi) born of Spartan fathers and helot women held an intermediary rank in Lacedaemonian society...and swelled the ranks of the citizen army. It is difficult to determine whether these births were the results of voluntary liaisons (at least on the part of the father) or part of a formal state program. Girls born of such unions, serving no military purpose, were likely abandoned at birth and left to die."

^ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helots
^ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crypteia
^ J. Tregaro, "Les bâtards spartiates" ("Spartan *******"), in Mélanges Pierre Lévêque, 1993
 Jun 2013 Ben
wolf mother
I
 Jun 2013 Ben
wolf mother
I
summertime sadness
curtains pulled tightly, thick lashes
american spirit fading into mechanics
people moving with faces hot as the embers
the ashes dropping from my cancer stick, citizens

told to embrace their pride and freedom
how can I join them when I don't need them?
patriots, ignoramus culture
dreaming with eyes clamored shut, little emotion
zombie status, a rose-colored illusion

i plant the astilbe in the ***
dianthus, echinacea
fighting words never said, nor thought
watering cans filled with poison, over easy
the banging on the gate is loud and *****
 Jun 2013 Ben
Morgan
I thought about setting myself on fire
Or drowning myself in a lake
I thought about eating a bottle of pills
Or drinking a gallon of salt water
I decided I needed a cigarette
I couldn't find a lighter
I cried
 Jun 2013 Ben
maybella snow
i found myself
                            reading over my poems
   recently
               (i got bored with no inspiration)
            and i noticed something
they've changed
             i don't know if its for the better
or for the worse
                  because
                                     they've become
more jumbled
    and
                scattered
                                    than ever
and my poems
            are my thoughts
                     and emotions
but
     i suppose that makes sense
  
considering
              i feel lost
                      confused
           lonely

so i guess
       thats why my poems
have changed

            because
                        my thoughts
                       and emotions
have changed
 Jun 2013 Ben
Morgan
I have ink where my skin should be.
You trace it with your finger tips
every time you kiss me.
There are planes and sky scrapers
where the stars should be
in this cluttered city.
I pulled over at four in the morning
Lit a flare & lied down in the middle of the road.
I watched the sky fade
from black to gray and back again.
I counted the long faded, white scars on my wrists & my thighs until the morning sun swallowed me.
You counted unread text
messages as you sent them.
One
Hey where are you
Two
Please I'm worried
Three
Not this again
Four
I can't do this tonight
Five
Please don't
Six
Please don't **** yourself
Seven
I love you
Eight
I'm calling the police
Nine
Just make it through this night
Ten
Call me in the morning
****** sweetheart,
I did it again.
I'm sorry.
I fell off of the planet.
I melted into the night.
Please believe me angel
when I say,
I'm not going away from here.
I'm just going ******* crazy.
 Jun 2013 Ben
Tori
Feelings
 Jun 2013 Ben
Tori
your lips against mine.
Linked.
Your heart beating, and mine;
Not.

Open books, and close them.
Memorise the words,
Recite.
Use words to hide emotions.

You don't need those, emotions.
Emotions, emotions.
Tell your self to block them out.
Forget what you feel.

Feelings are weak.
You need to be strong to survive.
Survive the storm, just the storm.
Feelings are weak.

Feelings are loud. Demand to be heard.
Echo through your body.
Through your life.
Through your mind.

Turn up the music.
Drown them out.
Turn off your phone.
Drown them out.

Feelings are weak.
You don't need them.
Tell yourself you don't need them.
Feelings are weak.
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