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 Jan 2013 Cin
Victoria Jennings
I cannot wait until
You and I
Can wake up
With bed head.

Can't wait until we
Can have dinner
Together.

Can't wait to
Argue about chores
And who does what.

I can't wait to
Fall asleep in our bed
The one we make love in
And call you my husband.
 Jan 2013 Cin
Victoria Jennings
I love it
When you
Kiss me
And everyone
Is watching
Because your
Not afraid
To be seen
With me.

                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                   I love it when you hug me
                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                 Like it's beeen years
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                    Since you've seen me
                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                 So warm and wrapped tight.





I love it
When you
Tell me you love me
Because
I feel the vulnerbility in you
As well as myself
And when I reply
You almost always
Hug me
And then kiss me.

                                                            ­                                          
                                                                ­                                   I simply cannot determine
                                                       ­                                            What it is that I love more
                                                            ­                                         The way you hold me
                                                              ­                                        The way you kiss me
                                                              ­                                        The way you love me
                                                              ­                                         But it's okay because
                                                         ­                                              At the end of the day
                                                             ­                                               I love it all.
 Jan 2013 Cin
Victoria Jennings
Seems like
The longer
We're together
The harder
It gets
To be apart.
 Jan 2013 Cin
Victoria Jennings
Maybe I'm being
Overly zealous
But sometimes
When you kiss
Me in the street
We're cheered on
Faces of disbelief
For our sudden
Battle of tongues
Been told it's okay
Rock on
As though
This its normal
Sure some people
Wonder
What the ****
Or get a room
But we're always
Cheered by another
And maybe they know
How good we are together
Perhaps they see
That you and I
Aren't just young lovers
But eternal ones as well.
People always comment on how he kisses me. On how we kiss everywhere.  Always.
 Jan 2013 Cin
Aby Normal
I cannot feel,
What I do not understand,
what I cannot define.

But what is a word?
Love, by definition:
“Intense affection”

How do you measure
this “intensity?”
I feel affection for my cat…

What is in a word?
Does it perhaps,
take away from
the real emotion of the thing?

Is it our inadequate,
feeble, futile
hopelessly human
attempt to explain the inexplicable?

I can toss this word about
throwing it carelessly
at each insignificant being,
“Oh, cat I love you so!”

But who’s to say?

I do not pretend
to understand this
impossible “love”

This utterly obnoxious
four letter, two syllable
combination of alphabet.

Perhaps,
when it was first engendered,
it had real meaning,
true value, and worth.



However, if that was the case
it is no longer so,
for “love” is spat from every mouth
at any time, for no apparent rhyme or reason.

This pure ****** word,
has been ***** countless times
by our society, our culture.

Maybe, at one time
it was a beautiful thing,
understood, yet rarely spoken.

Which is why I don’t feign to explain,
for you cannot define,
that which has lost all meaning.

And so love has,
it’s become a senseless, dead,
worthless word deprived of substance.

It is true however,
that the owner
places value on a word
when it is spoken to another,
but vocal words
proclaim untruths,
and the mouth
is the greatest deceiver.

One can never be truly
sure of the honest essence
of that one simple sentence.

Which is why,
I do not speak “love”
with my lips or tongue,
I whisper it silently
with my eyes,
for those have not yet learned
how to lie.
 Jan 2013 Cin
Brandon Webb
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 Jan 2013 Cin
Brandon Webb
glare at me all you want grandma
but you know i'm just showing him I'm entitled to a life
and i'm tired of the lies
and shaking till i can't stand whenever he comes near.
tired of the misery and the boredom and fear.
tired of coming home at three
tired of having to hide the fact that i've learned to be me.

we need to stand up
and break off all these pairs of handcuffs
he's put on us over the years
before I get the **** out of here
and settle myself down thirty miles and a ferry
away from this place
where i don't have to see his face
or hear his words
which drown the world.

so *******, im gonna take a ****
at one-thirty in the ******* morning cause i'm tired of this.

Tired of you making yourself casserole at midnight
just to avoid the fright
of him slamming the door open
to scream about how you're wasting power using the oven
to make food he won't even eat.
first thing i'm gonna delete
as soon as i plant roots someplace else?
the memories of my own ******* father as the devil and this prison our hell.

we've gonna stand up and show him we're right
cause i'm tired of always losing the fight
and having to take a **** in the middle of the ******* night
to avoid his sight.

you're own son:
42 years and you're **** well done.
My father:
17 years of drifting farther
from him
on his own whim.

lets stand up
while our mind are still focused on this bump
that seems sewed
into our road
 Jan 2013 Cin
Constance Alexandra
I stand above my bed
And examine the damage.
Blankets this way and that
Pillows all over
Sheets tangled up around themselves.
Proof of something that
Only hours ago
Left this place empty.
I take in the rubble
And breathe deeply.
I lower myself down to those
Tangled sheets
And backwards bedspreads
And fill my lungs with you.
I pull them up around me
And close my eyes
And wish for this place to be
The same kind of battleground
Again tomorrow.
 Jan 2013 Cin
EmmaH
Two of us
going nowhere
in a box
on a wheel
crammed in
waiting to go

we chat
about nothing
I can remember

coming to the end
we realize our
mutual enjoyment

you give me your name
which
I slip it into my pocket
anxious to see you
though we have not parted

gone
from my pocket
from my memory
griffin?
taylor?

only me , ****
2nd of the "series" ,  might not be too great as I am simultaneously listening to Green Day a la Rock Band (babysitting)
 Jan 2013 Cin
EmmaH
451
 Jan 2013 Cin
EmmaH
451
too much thinking
work
no time for onself
fun? what does that mean

depression
you should see a counselor
too long
waste of time
expensive
shut up
and get it
done

emotions
too many
shut them
out

do what you are
told
no
questioning
anything
look where that
got us

don't dwell on the
past
or the
present
 Nov 2012 Cin
Brandon Webb
i always end up like this
no matter what type of event i'm at
sitting, alone, in the back
but this time, there
on the church basketball court
converted into a dancefloor
just as roughly as i also was converted
into a church dance attendee
in dark grey corduroys
and a crimson dress shirt
(missing a collar button)
not to mention a shave
(far too thorough, as i always am)
and a haircut by my uncles hand-
it was there,
that i was choking back tears,
tears caused by glancing up momentarily,
javing five or more beautiful girls
meet my eyes, and smile invitingly
(telling me to stand)
but still being unable to drag myself out of that chair
and walk over to them.
an inability caused by her,
the one i still love(d)
wherever she happens to be.
but, this inability to move
is not her fault.
we're over
and i'm a free man,
so i make my mind up,
wipe my eyes,
and stand;
rising to look at the faces
of the two who are telling me
to walk, to tap, to ask, to dance
and
without a word
i walk into that crowd
leaving them behind.
but
she's still here.
and, keeping that in mind
i enjoy myself
but every face
every conversation
dissolves,

as my footsteps do-

as the music does-

at the end of each song





©Brandon Webb
2012
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