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Jan 2013 Courtney

I know it was a dream, but I'm still mad

Jan 2013 Courtney

Lee

I know it was a dream, but I'm still mad

Woke
                   spitting Crystal
                   wanting teeth sinking lesson teaching
           your burning skin                         my heart
Still not enough               bite my own fingers
                           Til then

Jan 2013 Courtney

A Scone Heart

Jan 2013 Courtney

August

A Scone Heart

The bread crumbled in your fists
'But, I made that for you.'
Your grimace made me wince
You threw it on the ground
And you spit on it
You spit on the bread I had baked
For you
2 years ago
And you called me pathetic
Because I had baked you bread
And I cried, because,
You made me feel pathetic
Later that night,
You gave me a ring on the phone,
And you apologized
But what you didn't realize,
Was that I had already
Burned my hands
From placing them on the oven
In a sense
I couldn't feel my fingers,
I couldn't feel anything
All I knew was that I would not bake again

Not literal.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013

Jan 2013 Courtney

We Speak In

Jan 2013 Courtney

Timothy Brown

We Speak In

A series of gestures & looks
hidden between words in our composition books
As we study the opposite situation
We have the right page lifted in anticipation

The story is intriguing to be honest
We hang on to every letter as if written words couldn't lie.
When in fact,they make the lie permanent.
To be truthful, we speak in winks and flutters of the eye.

It is a language we never wanted to learn,
speaking in premonitions.
It frightens us like an unlucky number
A common and uncanny superstition

So we watch happiness from the corner
with an odd sociological perspective.
The trends we notice make us loners.
Lovers without an object of affection.

Jan 2013 Courtney

Embodiment of Brilliance

Jan 2013 Courtney

Emanuel Martinez

Embodiment of Brilliance

Just a little, just a small, just a bit
Exuding burst of energy
Embodiment of brilliance
Manifested in human flesh

Wondering while we walk
Trembling trying to talk
Mankind mostly marred momentum

Humanity how humiliating, hiding
Forefathers frowning, from our fabricated forget
Refusing redemption, requiring rancor and retribution

Always armed, allured, awaiting angry accusations
Derailed doves, these daggers drag down
Losing level landings, lacerating learning's lifting

Just a little, just a small, just a bit
Exuding burst of energy
Embodiment of brilliance
Manifested in human flesh

I implore indignation, it's incarceration of our intrinsic immensity
At the core of our conception, captivating creation captured
Anyone, everyone, afraid of the amazement accrued under our armor
Profoundness, endless as the universe, favoring our existence

Just a little, just a small, just a bit
Exuding burst of energy
Embodiment of brilliance
Manifested in human flesh

January 13, 2013

Jan 2013 Courtney

evade you, i cannot

Jan 2013 Courtney

Taylor Jayne

evade you, i cannot

the words we tried so desperately to conceal

hidden , buried

feelings neither you nor i wanted to feel

so gently we tip toed over emotions

we had scattered so carelessly across the floor

pieces of our broken effort

to try to let love in

we whispered under tangled sheets

to break our walls down

I want to feel he said

then feel , she said .

Jan 2013 Courtney

Fog

Jan 2013 Courtney

Robyn

Fog

The fog was so thick
It was as if the birds
were                                                weaving

          cotton
                                                                                     between

                                            the


                                                                                                                             trees

Jan 2013 Courtney

Story of a Girl...

Jan 2013 Courtney

Storm

Story of a Girl...

This is the story of a girl

A girl who has expectations that even she can't reach.
A girl who feels more pressure then she probably should.
A girl who fights the tears every day,
Hating to show a weakness.
A girl who comforts her friends,
But never asks for comfort herself.

This girl goes everyday of her life
With a boiling anger inside of her.
Faster and faster until it explodes,
A yelling match happening with anyone who happens to be in her path.
Her tears flow silently as the loneliness consumes her,
Overflowing in the privacy of her room on bad days.

This is the story of a girl.

A girl who tries to stay strong everyday of her life,
Keeping on laughing and smiling
Her acting skills put to the test.
No one notices.
Not one.
No one.

This is the story of a girl.
And this is where it ends.

The ending sounds odd, and kind of scary, but the story isn't ending, don't worry. The girl is fine. But isn't she always?

Jan 2013 Courtney

Feeling old and getting older.

Jan 2013 Courtney

Pen Lux

Feeling old and getting older.

I need to be alone
so that I can feel this.
I have an ache to ache,
Do you get it?
Can you feel the pain that's building through my lack of feeling?
It's waiting to engulf me and it's tainting my judgement of time,
entertainment and beauty.

The independence I long for stretches me thin.
My lust for love has now been shown in the light
and I feel that I've realized I wanted nothing more
than to feel wanted, needed, and cared for.
That maybe love isn't what I was missing.

I know that I don't know
and that I'm learning more every day.
I just hope that these feelings of disgust dissipate
and through that which I overcome helps me to create.

Jan 2013 Courtney

Memories

Jan 2013 Courtney

kevin garcia

Memories

Memories...
glisten from naked skeletons,
hung like sharp glass
shining in a sea of regret.

Petals...
plucked to breathe,
to survive the harshness
of winter.

Flesh...
oblivious to snow's chill,
caressed by the warmth
of inner compassion.

Flowers...
emerge at random
amid a carpet of thought,
recalling the summers
of happier times.

Fresh growth...
cupped in the
palms of future,
regenerating amidst
a cloak of bleakness.

Icicles...
drip languidly in the face
of desire, of strength
and determination,
as the calling of spring echoes
amidst a forest of hope
and the promise of
life anew.