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 May 2013
Ting-Jun
(glow in the dark stars)
A pack costs two dollars
But the joy it brings is worth manyfold.
They laugh,
Calling me immature, childish.
But have you ever been afraid of the darkness the way I am?
When the dark arrives, so does isolation,
and emptiness and hate and pain and self-loathing.
That's all I know of darkness,
so leave my packet of stars be,
they watch over me when no one else will.

(dreamcatchers)*
A bit of string, a few feathers,
and perhaps a bead or two.
Call it superstition, but I believe.
Because nightmares aren't just bad dreams to me,
they are possible glimpses into the future, where desolation dominates,
where the monsters in my head are as real as you and me,
and they tower over and hunt me.
Be sure not to break the string,
for they say all the bad dreams
will be released into the real world.
 May 2013
DieingEmbers
Your eyes
may have captured
my teardrops

and

your lips
may have mouthed
my words

but

your kindness drew me to you
long before your arms
took hold.
This is how the 10w picture me crying came about
 May 2013
DieingEmbers
The Googly Goo and the Boogly Boo
set of one day for war

but the Boogly Boo and the Googly Goo
did not like what they saw

the Boogly Boo to the Googly Goo
said sod this let's have tea

and the Googly Goo to the Boogly Boo
said yes  and smiled sweetly


:)
Make Tea Not War
 May 2013
fdg
I guess blood stains,
and if you peel off your fingers it's hard to write with them anymore.
If you cut out your thighs it's hard to walk on them anymore.
If you slice up your hips it's hard to rotate them anymore.
The lightning keeps hitting,
blowing craters into my chest,
and some nights I hollow my heart out and let its remains soak into my sheets.
Those are the nights that I cry and think of you,
I think of you to fall asleep
because you are the only thing that has not broken my heart yet.


Oops.
 May 2013
Omar Abo Shama
The concert was about to finish ..

And now it's her turn ..

With her instrument ..

With her golden saxophone ..

The lights were diminished ..

And she started playing her favorite musical note ..

With her heart that is full of feelings ..

And her closed eyes ..

In her special world ..

The air goes out from her lungs softly like tears ..

And the great audience feels every tone ..

She doesn’t see them ..

She doesn’t hear their clap ..

Only his soul that is around ..

And Only his voice that is heard ..

Then his beautiful smile ..

With tears in his eyes , He said ''You're the best''

Then she looked at her saxophone ..

And remembered years ago ..

At one of their nights ..

During one of their phone calls ..

- You know babe , I adore the Saxophone ..

- Really ?

- Yeah , it's my favorite instrument ..

- Hold on ..

- What's this noise around you ?

- Nothing just my family ..

- Hmmm , didn't they sleep ?

- No , gonna call you after sometime ..

- Ok no problem ..

And after sometime he called her back ..

- Now tell me what will you do when you get a saxophone ..

- Haha , I really don't know but I've never thought about having one before ..

As they used to do , He started telling her a story before sleeping ..

She doesn't care about any stories ..

She just loves listening to his voice ..

She stays silent ..

To listen and feel ..

Every single word ..

And while listening , The call was over ..

She did a call again and again ..

No answer ..

She called his home ..

No answer ..

Again and again ..

No answer ..

The phone was ringing away from his sleeping house ..

Without his family noise that didn't exist ..

Among a lot of people ..

In his crushed car ..

Between his dead body ..

And

*That New Golden Saxophone
 May 2013
Chuck
Right. Left.
Right, left, right!
March on
For those you fought for
March on
For those you'll never know
March on
Because you feel it's your duty
March on
Into history
March on
Into our hearts
March on
Right, left, right!
 May 2013
Lily Gabrielle
Freckles speculate hate
Mixing rushing ***
Kissing touching
Numb
Span the globe
Scan my mind
Just in time
To find a dime
Perfect flawless
Lawless bunch
Cockroach
Toenails
Make a crunch
All that rises is smoke and dust
And fragments of metal
Rocking chair rust
Because Melbourne is sinking
Along with my mind
Touch me forever
I swear I'll be kind
Even parking lots
Run out of time
Between brown eyes
And pursed lips
Your silver lining covered by rain
Refrain
Dear you look so splendid
And stupid
In the skin that drips
And slips
Into a bucket of paint
And freckles faint
Now fly away
To play on children's cheeks
On tire swings
While a demented boat flings
Sea lions upon one another
Into the bed of tears
She hears him cry
Because his truck has one wheel
And he can't quite feel
His head on her bed
Or his marshmallow finger tips
Cracking whips
While her hips collapse
And gasp
And sigh
While nuns are get high
Off of Jesus
The gardener from around the bend
And they bend
And kneel
On their knees
To please
The swarm of honey bees
That sail with the wild things upon the seas
But they can only count to ten
And not a sound from Big Ben
With a look in his eye
Of boredom and a final slice
Of pecan pie
Because he has been drafted again
No time to pretend
Tell your love its the end
Grab your gun
And run
Into the blood bank
Battlefield
Lay awake to forget
A stomach full of whiskey and regret
From the book of folklore below the bed
Floating bubbles on the dead
Lake ahead
Resist
Persist
Blue hair slams upon a grave
Red lips gravely graze
Claire's feet by the bay
What a feat
To defeat
Nothingness
The mending of pretending
But the truth is aloof
And that boy is still homeless
While Benjamin Franklin plays hide and seek
Waiting
Hesitating
Because he may smoke cigarettes or he may have a wife
But it's better safe then *****
And a large crowd
Never seemed so proud
Of a mayor of a city
Just west of someplace east
You can count on Chinatown to understand
Anything about rice or business underground
Because the pigment of your person
Is somehow more important
Then the character behind the content
And place of origin
Because the children are crying
Can't you hear it
Mothers punch and hit
While families full of love are unfit
Because there are  two fathers
And someone decided two is worse then none
And the green on the ground is wasting away
While  green in the bowl can't stay
All the color all sails away
With the boys off to war
Sent astray
In the middle of the day
Close your eyes open your mind
You may meet your soulmate
You may lose your mind
Either way you're running out of time.
 May 2013
Robyn
I don't want to be your fantasy
I don't want to be your queen
I'm tired of feeling desired
I'm tired of being seen
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