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 Jan 2016
alli brunell
this house;
too dark, too quiet;
an unknown abyss.
tenants leave after six months;
running out screaming.

in this house,
*even the ghosts are haunted.
 Jan 2016
Spike Harper
Everything was so simple.
The drive was there.
With excess in the tank.
The world would blur by.
Melding.
Faces and hours.
Until time was nonexistent.
A plethora of empty bottles and bags.
Strewn across the vacant sky.
With friends like stars.
Casting a light from so far off.
And as present as such.
Routine restrained me.
Trained me.
Becoming more helpless with every misguided night.
Chasing a freedom that I dreamt up so long ago.
So many left turns.
Sirens chastised the fragile hope I gripped so tight.
And as it turned to sand in my hands.
Watching it all fall away.
I couldn't help but wonder..
Why.
What did it matter.
With anger surging from the deepest part of my blackened soul.
Did living turn into surviving.
Then into apathy.
So I unfastened the harness.
Turned the volume past maximum range.
Flipped the switch to overdrive.
And readied myself for the next collision.
The only constant I could ever rely on.
 Jan 2016
Mary Correia
I follow a man around a bookstore.
His eyes
tell me that he is
of the age of reciprocation,
but his upper thighs
tell me he's a father-
he has occupations.
The ***
of his jeans tell me he's got
better places to sit
than this bookstore with me.
 Jan 2016
TinyATuin
Flowers sprouted from my body
and their thorns
dug into me
leaving storms
on my mind
and red petals lined
by my thighs
 Jan 2016
Ako
If the Moon
Cannot refuse
To reflect
The sunlight glow -

How can
A loving heart
Say "no"?
 Jan 2016
A Lily
Waiting on sharp knees
before an open window
Oral for breakfast
 Jan 2016
Racheal McKnight
She had a canvas and a paintbrush, but the canvas was her skin and the paintbrush was a blade.
 Jan 2016
Karl Allen
Hello, my dear Hello Poetry Friends!
Can you please suggest Spoken word poetry videos that I can listen to?
The performer in me is yearning,
But I cannot find the courage to stand on a stage and blurt it out.
I need a refuge.
I need it like an addict asking for my daily shots.
Pretty please?
Any Spoken word poetry will do.
But if you know of the Hate stage ones, that would be very much appreciated.
 Jan 2016
Melanie Cordova
I'm done
I'm done with this life that I live
Im done with everyone around me
Im done with people critizing me for how I feel
I'm done breathing
I'm done living
Just a little something that I needed to get off my chest
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