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 Apr 2013 Clarisa
F White
Paradise
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
F White
they set me out here
on this island
with a fork, a spoon and a book

there was also apparently
a manual. it was lost
in the crash. my guides assured me-

a beautiful island. a bit scrubby
some wild animals, but admired by other
countries.

smoke signals will be
fine
they might not work
but of course- that's
what the book is for

in event of tigers
just use the defensive
position
words will be
enough

and if they are not
legs will suffice for
running away

did we mention
the sharks.

in the water.
please be advised.

you'll be fine though
monsoon season is only
a few months long
and it'll be over

before
you
know
it.
copyright fhw, 2013
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
Mitchell
Soon, the lights will dim
Soon, the moon will flash - snapping lightbulb
Keep close, the sight will be gone soon

When she said she was leaving
I had nothing to say
The door opened
The door shut
And the wind whipped the jagged rocks
Of the tumultuous bay

Bags beneath the eyes
Chicken feet for hands
Attention to detail
Getting me nowhere

Nights spent staring through bent glass
Grass bending like uncertain love
Promises so fragile and flawed like we are
A last request for the ******

And when tests turn temperatures south
Mouth puckering due to dryness
The ocean weeps tears of ignorance
Wondering why it was born with so much power

Painted moon silver terrace cast in slivers
Procrastinating beauty, you are the skyline
Forever, never ending, never dying
Eternally sleeping while awake and dreaming

A fresh start
A new day
An absent smile
A backwards glance

To take this dance underneath black match sky
A man away from wife tethered to a lie
Even work loads bury the mind in material temptations
The ink-less pen drops into man's need for manifestations

Yet, through the solid sheets of grey Bay mist
I continue to trample over the cold sidewalks kiss
Seeking no end, I hold no beginning
An unmarked grave with no need for saving

Over the hill and through the trees
The river runs west towards the ocean.
And I saw the white froth; the tips of the waves;
Their edges a sharpened razor and butcher blade;
And witnessed a place not be controlled,

Only obeyed.
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
CRH
Each time my heart cracks
it just opens new spaces
for love to grow back.
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
JK Cabresos
I don’t like you.
When the wind blows and I think of you,
I hate it.
I don’t like you in a way
that you always make me worry.
I don’t like you because when I really miss you,
you’re still not missing me.
I don’t like you like my eyes;
they’re no good for me,
I don’t like it when you’re the only one I see.
I cry. I sleep. I wake up.
I think of you, and I hate it.
I don’t like it because it only reminds me
of how you love someone else
when in fact I’m here, waiting for you.
I don’t like you like the moon,
which disappears when the morning comes.
I don’t like you.
I hate you.
I don’t like you when you smile at me,
you’re only taking my breath away,
I don’t like it because I know
those smiles are not made for me.
But most of all,
I hate you so much
because you’re still making me fall in love.
I don’t like you!
I don’t like you simply because I love you!
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 Apr 2013 Clarisa
August
So It Goes
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
August
While you were gone,
          I was dreaming fantastic dreams,
                    that make you seem,
             ordinary.

And in these dreams,
                        So it seems,
                             I met the ocean deep below,
      He grabbed me hold and told me he'd never let me go.

Why choose land when you can have the sea?
                        I'm just a summer's breeze
                             Rippling the water occasionally
    But he admired my company (that's enough for me)

So I'm diving into the deep dark blue
                   To the parts of him no one knew
                           Purely encompassed in wavy conversation
    The shivery conversations made of vibrations

*"And I asked myself about the present:
                  how wide it was,  
                                         how deep it was,  
       how much was mine to keep."
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Apr 2013 Clarisa
Kristo Frost
dry fire,
dry ice,
quiet liar,
quiet mice,
rendered humble,
rendered missile,
sharp rumble,
sharp thistle,
total jarhead,
total *******,
something guarded,
something makeshift,
fastened underneath,
fastened monopoly,
melting dragonsbreath,
melting catastrophe,
Her eyes
opened
wide.
she looked inside of me as if she didn't care
I felt a moment there
when we connected.

Her words dissected me
chopped me up
and inspected me
and though I felt her there
I wondered
did she care?

She took me up and shook me up
I couldn't do a thing
'cept maybe sing a love song.
Was that wrong of me
could she not see
what she did to me?

And that is how things stand
I want to take her by the hand
and whisper in her ear
run my fingers through her hair.
I stare into some distance at something that isn't there
and I see the look within her eyes
And know she doesn't care.
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