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Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

Someday

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

Chloe Perkins

Someday

I’d like you to know that someday you’ll be looking up to me.
I may not be the strongest person in the universe.
But I do have strength.
I may not be the most beautiful woman in the world.
But beauty doesn’t affect my beliefs.
I may not be able to help you.
But God knows, I will sure as hell try.
Someday you’ll look up to me.
Not as a god.
Not as a queen.
As a friend.
As a source of inspiration.
Within these vignettes, I hope you find yourself amongst my words.
I hope you realize what it is you want in life.
I hope you realize what you’re wants are.
I hope you strive for your dreams.
And maybe someday you’ll look back on this, and realize how much it may have helped.
How much these words touched your heart.
For that is my dream.
I don’t want to be a king.
I do not strive to be envied.
I do not long to be in history.
I simply want to be heard.
I want you to cling to my words, like they’re your umbrella, in a storm.
I wish you’d hear me.
That’s all I want.
To be heard.
It’d be a marvelous thing.
To know that I, a young, manic, woman from a small no-good town, has made her way into someone’s heart.
Into someone’s head.
Cling to my words.
For they are my virtue.
They’re all I have.
I wish you’d understand.
I wish you’d look through these pages, and find what it is that you’ve been looking for.
Please.
Someday.
Someday I’ll have helped people.
Someday I’ll maybe have helped you.

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

how do I tell her?

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

DG

how do I tell her?

I want to tell her
exactly how I feel about her
how she seems like the perfect girl
how she has always been kind to me

I want to tell her
but I don't know how

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

The Wall

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

TJ King

The Wall

Some days I'm afraid of
-the wall-

From the here-and-now
I can hear the music and
feel the rumblings of trees
shooting
up
beyond the brick
and running ivy.

I can hear the laughter of
friends and children and a lover
I have yet to love
fizzling through the cement cracks.
It's just a whisper when it reaches me,
but I want to know them
so badly.

Silhouettes in orange windows
of tall and beautiful buildings
dance, because they have time to dance,
and they know that dancing is important,
and I want to dance with them
so very badly.

I know I'm over there too,
leaning on that wall,
watching the sun
setting on something wonderful
while I sit
in this bivouac,
Here-and-Now.

He's leaning
and breathing,
and dreaming of the
sunset eclipsing wall,
and drinking in the light
like a fish,
and I want to know him
and dance with him
because I have time to dance.

I want him to remember me
so badly,
when he's leaning and smiling
and dancing in beautiful buildings
and loving, and being loved.

Some days I'm afraid of
-the wall-
but I know the sun is setting on something
beyond my view.

And even if the sun simply lingers for a few
moments more on
some empty vista,
I will smile and lean
and love every contour
with all of my being.

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

Haunted

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

captcha

Haunted

Those deep blue eyes,
Still bore into my deepest being,
Telling me to never let go,
That nothing ever changed.

I put on a wan little smile
That barely touch the cheeks,
That says everything's fine
When nothing is as it seems.

I have to let You think,
That love can be unrequited;
That Your loving gaze
Doesn't mean a thing.

When all I want to do is be with You!

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

January's promise

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

JM

January's promise

Night, a gentle snow.
My sycamores, they dance now.
A secret, they know.

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

Afternoon walks through the gardens alone

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

Emma

Afternoon walks through the gardens alone

I've been wondering where you'll show up

If you surface as a hum in the wind,
faint but reassuring, touching the exposed skin of my face,
your briefness would match ours,
you'd scatter my thoughts,
laughter trickling away from me like the days
that stand between me and the time I touched against slowness
and saw it as something beautiful,
You'd be gone as soon as I saw you
...Just like I'm afraid of

Maybe you'll be a cat, wandering around corners,
wise, mesmerizing eyes
I already feel like there's something you know
and I'm desperately craving it

Perhaps I'll stumble upon you,
in the form of a sprout, reaching into the air from the earth
green and vibrant and alive with a freedom my
chest hasn't felt since your lips left
me breathless

It certainly won't be you as your real human self, though
no tall form will fall out of my dreams and into reality
Much as I've spilt my desires into you (without your knowledge),
built you up into my angel
my fallen-from-the-sky lover
trapped in my never-ending thought bubble,

You won't save me

much as I'm sick of the loneliness

My metaphorical angel,
I'll leave you as a memory
let you gently remind me of soft times
and hope to meet you again one day.

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

My Fault, My Failure

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

jeffrey conyers

My Fault, My Failure

If I ever forgot to apolgize to anyone that I have hurted.
My fault.
I owe you more.

If I never succeed at my dreams and aspiration.
I'm personally the blame.
Call it, my failure.

We can have the best of ideas and fail to live up to them.
All because we didn't try.
Call it, my fault.
Plus, my failure.

For anything to ever succeed.
It requires, a willing particpant.
Who have a clue to what success means?

So, while we might lose things we should have fought for.
We must address, why we never done more to hold on?
Especially when you realize it's your fault for your failure.

Lonliness, is a sad feeling.
When the one you love has moved on.

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

Misery.

Jan 2013 Beth A Storm

Andrew P Marheine

Misery.

Tribulations and my afflictions are misery

This cryptic, ironic, depiction is misery.

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The warmth of the sanguine is never in me

The cold cells of mine are dead, are misery.

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What would it take to ever **** me?

Perhaps, if only one thing, misery.

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What is a sickness without remedy?

It is a malignant growth of misery.

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Verification of my friend, my enemy,

Certainly my brother, my nemesis misery.

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Confidence is precedence in my virility,

Verily infecting, lacerating misery.

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I, Andrew, deny that ever woe could have been me,

Although I surrender, I succumb to misery.