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 Sep 2017 Brooklyn
Nicole
I take comfort in knowing
I could jump if I wanted*

My legs swing over the cliffside
Kicking away the loose foundation
Crashing waves echo across the dirt walls
While the sun paints my back.
I feel nothing but these icy winds
Chilling my limbs until they match my frozen heart
The rising hairs and bumps along my arms prove I'm alive
I wish my mind worked the same way.
If I could, I'd spend forever by the water
Watching, listening, feeling
Connecting to the earth that surrounds me
Bleeding ink onto this notepad until I feel numb again.
But life is never perfect and
I have to finish my degree
I feel stagnant and powerless
Stuck until I finish my commitments

Unless I make the choice to stop breathing

And instead live forever
As one with the sea
 Dec 2013 Brooklyn
morgan
jealousy
 Dec 2013 Brooklyn
morgan
i  envy your pillow
for it lets you
rest your head on it
while i couldn't

i envy your cup,
for it kisses your lips
tasting yours,
while i just stare at it,

i envy your blanket
it covers your skin
it touches every bit of you
while i couldn't

i envy your clothes
it touches your skin
every corner of it
every flaw
while i'm sitting here
typing this
 Feb 2013 Brooklyn
Leonard Cohen
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
You're not your body.
You're not your mind.
You're not your own,
and you are not mine

I'm not my heart,
my fleeting mirth,
my hidden tears,
my death, my birth.

We're not the world's
and it's not ours.
We can not own
the earth and flowers.
We can't sell the groves of trees,
we can't buy the land and seas.

Yet our hands build cities,
and our hands spill blood.
Our greed yields envy
while our hearts seek love.

Let us hope
that someday, we
can let it go
and simply be.
I've found myself in a place of supreme peace recently, and it came from the realization that nothing is really ours.  Even our bodies, minds and thoughts are simply tools we can sharpen and use to some purpose, but they aren't ours.  They're just close to home.  Then it becomes clear that this box of tools is calling the shots, drawing the blueprints of our lives, my tricking us into thinking we are the tools themselves, and we get caught up in this cycle of endless wants, this attachment to possessions because we somehow think that identifying with property will make us happy.  None of that's true.

What's left when all those things disappear, and we've nothing left to own?  Love and compassion.  Everything else is just an instrument to spread that love.
I'll take the chair by the corner window
A seating for one and the lonely reserved
the sun bright rays from the outside
and yet it is raining and cold here inside

Let me have a piece of your sweet nothings
and a cup of your bittersweet concoction
Stir it, make it strong, make it potent
To bathe my tongue in your flavorful sorrow

A subtle hint of sweetness from the better days
so little, like this honey in my cup to drink
I ask for more but was denied of supply
None for me or just not for me unfortunately

I ate your sorrows and broken dreams
got drunk in your meaningless lines
Suffered from your inflicted sadness
Got poisoned by your killer disillusions
With you,
The color blue is never sad.
The north winds are cold,
But there is no chill.
The sun is a friend I had not noticed,
Beaming.

With you,
My hands are woven
And the grass is weaving
A great blanket,
Safe and long and warm
Like your hands,
When they cover,
When they touch me
Like my lost, new found friends
The sun and the sheltering
Earth
And the autumn winds,
I no longer dread,
No longer fear,
With you.
 Feb 2013 Brooklyn
Daniel Magner
My earlobes are stretched
so the words the world yells
go right through.
Each size increase
hurts just the right amount,
pain is weakness that
acrylic slowly helps me lose.
But the skin heals
without fail,
filling in micro tears.
As long as they have enough time
they get better.

I am just like my
ears.
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Jan 2013 Brooklyn
August
If you're a bird than I'm a stone
You are time & I had to toll
If you are lonely, I am alone
You rock but I don't roll

You are coffee, but I'm not creamer
You're a realist, **** that, I'm a dreamer
You are Han Solo, & I'm Boba Fett
Sometimes I think it'd be better if we never met

I hate you I hate you I hate you
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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