Cat A: Favorites

Apr 2014 Cat A

Charles Bukowski

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

Apr 2014 Cat A

Girlfriends

Apr 2014 Cat A

Charles Bukowski

Girlfriends

the women of the past keep
phoning.
there was another yesterday
arrived from out of
state.
she wanted to see
me.
I told her
"no."

I don't want to see
them,
I won't see them.
it would be
awkward
gruesome and
useless.

I know some people who can
watch the same movie
more than
once.

not me.
once I know the
plot
once I know the
ending
whether it's happy or
unhappy or
just plain
dumb,
then

for me
that movie is
finished
forever
and that's why
I refuse
to let
any of my
old movies play
over and over again
for
years.

Apr 2014 Cat A

To The Whore Who Took My Poems

Apr 2014 Cat A

Charles Bukowski

To The ***** Who Took My Poems

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and ****** and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

Feb 2014 Cat A

two fingers

Feb 2014 Cat A

EJ Aghassi

*******

how painful it is to see

how painfully
hard you
have
to try

to "mean" something
to "feel"

it's easy to be
broken
when you know everyone
is going to try to fix you

a false idol
with mindless followers

you let them reach
out to you
just to slap
their hands away

you're no poet
no

but
you're quite the *******

Feb 2014 Cat A

Drowning in Lies

Feb 2014 Cat A

Kyleigh Anne

Drowning in Lies

I can't breathe
I trusted you again
I opened up to you again
I let you in my heart again
I forgave you again

You lied to me
about Lincoln our freshman year
about loving only me for 3 whole years
about me being enough
about me being beautiful
about you smoking and drinking
about you partying with friends in Omaha
about....everything

I do not know what to believe
since day one it's all been a lie to me
True love is what I thought I achieved
In reality, I've been drowning for 3 years in a sea
a sea of all the lies you've poured down on me.

Finding out your one and only, your first true love cheated on you for an entire year KILLS! I have wasted 3 years of my life and I have lost many opportunities by letting him in. Everything has always been a lie. I have had a dark feeling for awhile and now I know to ALWAYS trust your gut!

Feb 2014 Cat A

modern gentleman

Feb 2014 Cat A

EJ Aghassi

modern gentleman

I'm the type of guy

who pees sitting down
when I'm a guest of
somebody's house

because

i may be a
drunkard but
it's not hard
to care about decency

I don't want to ***
all over the seat,
it happens all the time
when I'm this far gone

so I shamelessly
get comfortable
and relief soon
enough sweeps

also:
I automatically leave
the seat down, you see

that makes me
some kind
of a
gentleman, right?

Feb 2014 Cat A

Lucid Dreams

Feb 2014 Cat A

Jessie

Lucid Dreams

I have seen nothing
and I am even less
I have been here my whole life
Redundancy has a comfort to it
sometimes

But I have dreams
about climbing redwood forests
higher than any skyscraper
that have faces etched into their trunks
and dreams
of mushroom houses with neon skies
and being kidnapped by wolves and we howl and howl
Sometimes I even have lucid dreams of flying
walking through walls
and time travel
I have dreams of being a hero and saving the world
and there's a recurring one about falling in love with
a man I do not even recognize yet

So hopefully you can excuse me
for not always being ecstatic
when I wake up in the mornings
and find myself in a human bed

Feb 2014 Cat A

"I love you"

Feb 2014 Cat A

Pedro Garcia

"I love you"

"I love you." I repeated to myself in the dark and dreary room.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." as if it would brighten up the gloom.
"I love you." I shouted to twinkling and abundant stars. "I love you." I yelled to the red planet Mars.
"I love you." I whispered to my little flower ***. However my face may have whispered my state of distraught.
"I love you." I sang to the slow setting breeze. The words came off my lips with such an eloquent ease.
"I love you." I confided to the cold winter night. Through solace and indifference that comforted my plight.
"I love you." I proclaimed to my favorite blue pen, then I looked outside my window and that would be when,
"I love you." I chimed to the evening moon. Her bright light informed me that the time would come soon.
"I love you." I stated to the dimly lit telly, and that's when into the room walked my beautiful wife Ellie.
She glared at me and grabbed her suitcase, my heart pounded as such it would were I in danger.
She swiftly passed me a glance and left, because I could not say "I love you." to a stranger.

Feb 2014 Cat A

Can't take my eyes off of you.

Feb 2014 Cat A

Pedro Garcia

Can't take my eyes off of you.

Darling, the night is dark yet I can see you so clearly.
I swear it's the starlight in the eyes of the girl I hold so dearly.
It's just so unfair that I can't look away, your gaze has me under your spell.
How do you do it? I'd love to know how you do it so well.

The night has just begun and I've only started to woo, but it seems you've turned the tables round since I can't take my eyes off of you.

It must be some sort of witchcraft since I've never been so quick to fall.
Your voice is that of angels and I can't help but heed the call.
With every whisper my heart flutters and I'm the slave of your whims.
The room has an aroma of roses and the once bright light dims.

The night has halfway through and I'm at a loss of what to do, I'm enthralled by your visages as you can tell since I can't take my eyes off of you.

The time for dance is over, but the morning has yet to arrive.
And I'd like to take you home while we both feel so alive.
Your energy and your charms have taken their effect, I just can't resist.
Even if it take's till morning I promise one way or another you have to be kissed.

The night is almost over and surprised you came out of the blue, you've cursed me with love and now I can't take my eyes off of you.

So I may or may not have put it on the right side to make it stick out a little more, I'm sorry if you've caught on. :(