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 Oct 2014 Blue Sweater
Jay
Poems pose as pathways into me
By me I mean the depths that can't be seen
With the naked eye pryed open wide
Instead they pave a passage into my personal pods of passion
My inner solitude, my sour moods and attitudes
My attributes and traits that relate all of me to each piece individually
Poems create the most realistic vision of me
Deeper than a glazed over gaze into my soul
For in poetry rests the ability for normalcy to retreat from me
Exposing the roads closed and accelerating on them at speeds untold
Unprepared for what words my wit will wrap wildly entwined
As the thoughts flow so, in their prime from my mind
Travelling through my veins and exiting at the grip of my fingertips
As the ink drips in calligraphic patterns of raced mess appearing to make sense.
Each time I pick up my pen and write
I fight for the freedom within me to flee free
Thank you, Poetry
 Oct 2014 Blue Sweater
Samantha
I don't recognize the face in the mirror
This face I see isn't mine
Perhaps it's the makeup I wear
The red lips, painted face, and gorgeous exaggerated eyes
Or maybe it the choices I've made that makes this girl unrecognizable
All the times I've chose right over left
Or adverted my gaze.
When I chose not to see what was right in front of me
Maybe the face staring back no longer belongs to me
This girl with the pale skin and beautiful soul seeing eyes isn't who I am
It isn't that my reflection is lying to me but simply everything I have done has made me lose sight of who I was.
How could it be that my vision became so warped that I no longer see the innocence?
That face in the mirror no longer belongs to me
That isn't my face
That isn't me
That is my innocence
Volume up,lights out
Tolerance up just to drown him out
Everyone's dancing in circles
She's stuck in the perverse perimeter,so no one sees her around .
Hopped off on circles & hallow cylinders just to survive when shes around
She used to come alive in the moon light
When the high beams shined she used to see the light .
Now she's struggling w strategies to leave .
Trying to find an amusing excuse to satisfy their surprise
Something like :
"I'm a vampire I need to get home before the sun rises "
Pass her a lighter , So she could add
fuel to the fire ;makes for better burn holes in her pantyhose
Chain link boots ,skin tight leather coat
Mustang Sally , make tonight your own..
 Oct 2014 Blue Sweater
Anna
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 Oct 2014 Blue Sweater
Anna
catching a being(a person more or less)
caught in the in between
pushed to the unknown will devour every devious, dashing, *****, damaged, derogatory thought
in your mind
but then in the end you're nothing more than casual closet acquaintances
and you've come to realize they never really tasted it at all
just fed it to the dog
and you laugh to yourself
you're going to catch one again
but fishing isn't that fun
after the eighteenth time
with nothing to show for it
but another drink
but as they say,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
I met myself one evening,
It was a chance encounter –
Like the chilled meeting of
A ghost from your darker past.

I stayed awhile –
Staring at me – while I stared back.
Neither me knew which to say –
Each the others misery company.

After time the ghostly figure asked aloud
“What is wrong with you?”
All that mine self could reply –
“What is right with  us?”

Questions which neither can deny,
Answers naught can create.
What truly matters in life
are not the things you've got
but the ones that will arrive.
Matters not your head,
what matters is your heart.
Matters not what you need;
matters what you have.
Matters not your given story
but the one that you will write.
Matters the second you live,
not the one that has gone by.
Matters the smile you give,
not the one you don’t get back.
Matters not the battle
but to keep up the fight.
Matters that you can be;
matters that I love you
But it only matters
If you love me.
 Oct 2014 Blue Sweater
Aron De Ro
Two full moons
A lunar blue  
Thoughts race with my tongue
Spitting half of what I mean
Stumbling, Stuttering
Her moon sized eyes
Just raise the tides
In this ocean of love
I've fallen into
 Oct 2014 Blue Sweater
Jack
I’m thinking of a place
With a monkey and a sled
A brand new jar of cottage cheese
Just resting on the bed
An envelope with butterflies
Upon the stamp it wears
And a basement sitting at the top
Of someone else’s stairs
~
A very special place
Where the beach is at your door
And multicolored tangerines
Will help you mop the floor
A casserole with tuna
In a bowl of cocoa beans
Where a question is an answer
Or at least that’s what it seems
~
A place where you will notice
That the sun it always shines
And toaster ovens tick away
Below the shuttered blinds
Jeopardy is on the tube
Wherever you may go
Antiques shuffle down the street
As every road will show
~
When you are in this special place
A trolley will say hi
A weeping willow sings a song
As it forgets to cry
Hibiscus on the front porch
Welcome all who do drop in
The price it has been lowered
As the morning comes again
~
You’ll see while in this special place
A necklace on a whale
And smiles at the dollar store
They always are on sale
A seagull and a crescent moon
Now share the skies above
But most of all while in this place
You’ll see that you are loved
~
You will learn this special place
It lives within my heart
To offer you a haven
When we find we are apart
A sanctuary nestled deep
That forever will be true
For here within this special place
I always will love you
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