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 Mar 2012 Beth C
unnamed

Her speech is like gold.
She smiles, sells veils in bulk.
Find bliss in these shrouds.  

2.
I cannot save you
But I will make you perfect.
Drink deep from this cup.

3.
Plastic is our king.
Watch me move mountains with it.
Christ was made from me.  

4.
Consume me, monster.
Loneliness to be no more.
He says, I'm sorry.  

5.
He says, I love you.
Her heart is in the backyard.
The dogs live there now.

6.
Red runs down her arm.
I am a God, she murmurs.
Everything goes black.
 Mar 2012 Beth C
McCaslin
Failure
 Mar 2012 Beth C
McCaslin
How can you lead when
you can't walk?
How can you speak
when you can't talk?
What do you do when your
wasted life amounts to nothing?

The shadows, closer they draw.
I watch them creep along the hall.
I cannot hope to see the sunrise
on the morrow.

My ******* last drop of
blood is spilt and my last
earned dollar lent, just
to fuel your ever burning fire.

How can I hope to keep this
pace? I know I'm dammed to
loose this race, only goaded
on by my desire...
Turn out the lights.
I want to dance in the darkness of my sin.
I want to let down my hair
feel its length run wild down my spine.
I want to feel my arms reaching out into the nothingness,
want to feel the touch of the shadows
as it burns my flesh.
Turn out the lights.
I want to dance in the darkness of my sin.
I want to hear the silence of my solitude, hear it screaming
at me from the pinpoint horizon
I can't actually see because I
turned out the lights so I could dance in the darkness of my sin.
I want to feel the void
at the very center of my being
shaped like the soul I sold to a devil disguised as angel
disguised as man disguised as devil.
I can't tell anymore. Even in this
darkness, it hurts to keep my eyes
open. Even in this darkness I can
see the outline of my nakedness shining
like a beacon out to sea.
But this is not the beacon calling
to lost ships like mothers call to children.
This is the beacon that blinds my eyes
and reminds me of my imperfections.
So again,
turn out the lights.
I want to dance in the darkness of my sin.
Please, just turn out the light
that burns within me. Cut out its source
and let me fade back into the darkness.
Turn out the lights.
I want to dance in the darkness of my sin.
 Mar 2012 Beth C
Sarah
I haven't made
the mistake
in so long.
the mistake of watching
you move
and twist,
lit like a cigarette.
I haven't let my eyes follow you,
wander to you,
search for you,
like the way
they naturally
do
[I haven't let them find you]
in so long.

This was supposed to help me heal.
 Mar 2012 Beth C
Alan McClure
i

I kind of knew
in the back
of my mind
that there was more
to come


ii

An urgent message
rings through the streets
"The Romans are at the gates!"

As soon as the news
reaches the house
giant catapults
start to pound the roofs
with rocks.


iii

Hoovering out
the cat hairs

scrubbing out
the loo



iv

The woman put her sad moon-face in
at the window of the car.
"You be good," she said.
"Yes, Momma," they said.
She slung her purse over her shoulder
and walked away.


v

Being James Bond
in miniature
is way cooler
than being a wizard.



vi

The park grew wild
and where we played football
the grass was torn
by the bombs



vii

At the time
everyone thought
that Elizabeth planned
to capture Mary.


viii

I'm so excited
I could burst
It's this cracking idea I've had
It's been worrying me away for weeks
It all started,
you see,
When I was showing some of my students
Where Greenland was on a map.


iix

Unbelievably,
the brown square
is identical
to the yellow square


ix

All us friends and relatives
are told to sit at the back
mind coats and bags
knowing our way
in the dark



x

Mum glared at Dad.
How many times
do I have to tell you
that the twins are called
James and Rebecca;
not Cheese and Tomato?

Granny shook
her head.


xi

The hard work
hopefully won't end
and we will stick together
no matter what


xii

Experimental
native style
knows
no boundaries



xiii

The fire detectors
are fitted
at regular intervals
along the tunnel



xiv

As an adult
Tarzan is once again
faced with the question of belonging
when he first meets humans
and discovers creatures
who look like himself.



xv

My heart misses a beat.
The girls have seen me
in my bikini.
They all gather around
looking and laughing at the sight.
How embarrassing!
It is a long way down.
I asked my class of ten-year-olds to find a random passage in whichever book they happened to be reading, and try chopping it up to make it sound and look like a poem.  These are some of my favourites.
 Mar 2012 Beth C
Sarah
Lilac Girl.
 Mar 2012 Beth C
Sarah
Hey, lilac girl,
girl who sweetly whispered
"here comes spring."
girl falling from the
ash grove, to the creek.
a map to find the faeries,
"here comes spring."
hey, lilac girl.
girl who sees the roses
growing taller,
leaving her
behind.
"hey, you're blocking the sun
from me.
Where is it you're going?"
far from me
sings
lilac girl
fell ill.
fell black and backwards.
hey, the shade of August's rose.
"Wait for me," girl sings.
she cannot catch up to spring.
Can you hear me, August rose?
Hey, Lilac girl.

I came back for you.
 Mar 2012 Beth C
Shashank Virkud
She loves the beat,
bass so heavy
it hurts.

She loves the heat,
ecstasy,
short skirt.

In the middle
of these times,
I'm square.

I'd like to be
with New York City,
if she'd ever take
a bore like me.
But
in the middle
of her times,

I'm square.

I'd like
to hear her
digitally
repeating,

with her
lips pressed
against my ear,
soft whispers,
heavy breathing,

*they can't stop me.
No,
they can't stop me
from dreaming.
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