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 Jan 2014 Buzz
Analise Quinn
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words will
Leave me dying.

Sticks and stones
May tear me down
But words will
Tear me up.

Sticks and stones
May ****** and bruise me
And everyone asks "What's wrong?"
But words leave me looking fine
And everyone expects me to act
Like I'm always alright.

Sticks and stones
May kindle my fire,
But words will put it out.

Sticks and stones,
Fire and ash,
Daggers and swords-
These things I do not fear.
But leave me alone
In the presence of words-
And terrifying things you'll hear.

Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words will break my heart.

Sticks and stones
May break my body
But words will crush my soul.

Sticks and stones
To be used for good
Can render
Warmth
And homes
And smiles.


Words to be used for good
Can change this very world
And change your very heart.
 Jan 2014 Buzz
philosober
Perhaps
It is not the sounds of chirping birds I will lazily wake up to
When I grow up
Maybe
It will be because of my 6 a.m. alarm for my part-time job
Perhaps
I will not stay at home watching movies when I have the flu
When I grow up
Maybe
I will be forced to go out and buy medicine for the throb
Perhaps
I will not spend my money on clothes and candy
When I grow up
Perhaps
I will pay off the bills I will be drowning in
Perhaps
I will not travel the world and feed my wanderlust soul
When I grow up
Maybe
I will grow up and old and die and rot in my own skin

And perhaps,
I do not want to grow up anymore;
Maybe,
This life is a road that I should ignore.

                                                             *p.t.
 Jan 2014 Buzz
RC
Catharsis
 Jan 2014 Buzz
RC
What if I just let him go?
I can do that
What if I just inhaled everything I had been missing?
I should feel that
What if I can cry again and not have him lacing my thoughts?
It's possible
What if I forgot to keep time again?
It's not something I'd need to worry about
with you else where
and your shadow not guiltily sipping
any chance I have
of recovering from this
masochistic
and
draining
way of life.
I want to flirt with the freedoms
I've so often tasted on my tongue.
I don't want to care
about anything
and I want to be sober
and indulge in the same pleasures.
I want to leave behind the pain
of my mental cage
and no longer want to be considered
on the absolute
borderline
of a
dangerous
insanity.
This sort of turned into an emotional purge. It felt great.
I did not go back and edit this so...
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Hinata
listen
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Hinata
listen closely,
listen fully.
hear the thrumming of a beetle's wing,
hear the wind begin to sing.
listen to true beauty,
listen to the reality.
hear the story that the trees tell,
hear the history as the leaves fall.
listen to the ancient wisdom given by the sky,
listen to how well the clouds lie.
hear the grass whisper sweet compliments,
hear the flowers present.
listen to the chiming of the water ring,
listen to how well the rock recite tales so amazing.
hear the call of the animals,
hear the bugs begin to crawl.
listen to the screams of the city,
listen to the sizzling of the toxicity.
hear the pounding of footsteps and daily life,
hear the swift sound of a knife.
listen to the cries of hunger,
listen to the tapping of fingers.
hear the screams of anger,
hear the shouts of hate against others.
listen to the crushing of childhood dreams,
listen to the victims screams.
hear the sin as marriage spiral down to hell,
hear the lies that they sell.
listen to the hits of a fight,
listen to the person who turned away from the light.
hear the life slip out of a person,
hear the person within a prison.
listen to the hatred within humans,
listen to the sadness felt by every girl and man.
hear the death of the hope,
hear the imagination begin to choke.
listen to the thrumming of a poets heart,
listen to it tear apart.
hear the suicide of originality,
hear the death of personality.
listen to it all closely,
and write it all down carelessly.
listen to it all,
hear the down spiral of it all.
listen to carefully,
listen to the downfall of humanity.
just listen....
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Richard Jones
My wife, a psychiatrist, sleeps
through my reading and writing in bed,
the half-whispered lines,
manuscripts piled between us,

but in the deep part of night
when her beeper sounds
she bolts awake to return the page
of a patient afraid he'll **** himself.

She sits in her robe in the kitchen,
listening to the anguished voice
on the phone. She becomes
the vessel that contains his fear,

someone he can trust to tell
things I would tell to a poem.
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Ty Williams
Fade
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Ty Williams
My world slowly fades to black
All I have known, lost
All the love I shared, gone
All the times I cared, no more
The past slowly becomes
a fading light
A raging chasm of blackness
Memories melt into dreams
and old feelings are wisped away
in the afternoon breeze
The winter is coming
and the sky tightens its grip
The snow ready to blanket the earth
But, just like every year
the spring will come
The warmth of the sun
radiating its light
to thaw the damp earth
The spring will bring new warmth
and...
New hope
The world will once again
fade back to light
 Jan 2014 Buzz
Sara Rose
I used to be a
rocking chair
in the home of a lovely
elderly two.
In the summers I sat in the shade
on the porch
that was my world.

But I got tired of going
back and forth
with the same old things

I used to be
a pair of rubber gloves
belonging to the maid
of a grand old palace.
I held the sponges
that cleaned the biggest of ballrooms
and the feather duster
that danced along
the most delicate riches.

But I didn't like
being used
to do someone’s
***** work.

I've been a wish from a genie
(I was taken for granted)
I've been the pencil of an artist
(That job was too sketchy)

I was a sapphire gem in a mineral museum
(But I started feeling really blue)
I was a sunken stone in a rolling river
(But I just couldn't go with the flow)

Though, I don’t regret
a single thing I've been.
Because the best part of imagination
is the only thing about it
that I don’t need to make up:

my mind.
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