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 May 2013 Courtney
Andrew McElroy
On this soggy morning,
I am back to the shell of the man
That walks these treacherous halls
With nothing but the solemn cause
On my mind that is the only reason
Of why I put myself into this hell.

I hate that I can't figure it out for you

Today, the sky is grey
And I can still see
That you are okay
With knowing that
We will not make it
Out of here alive!

And then there will be
The blue people
In their little vans
Coming up fast
To hold our hands
While they gather up the last
Crafty pieces of our skulls
And the hard faced woman
Will stand still when
Noticed or breathed upon

Like a diamond watch
Or a golden lock
To keep me out
Of the Kingdom of Heaven

I am too worthless to fly away
But I can see the tops of the mountains
As I lay dying on this hard face
Of the wicked woman that placed me here
In this pine box to die as the chosen one
For those who will remain lost.

So long hollow man,
I know you not.
 Apr 2013 Courtney
Tom McCone
once,
I
had a
rabbit,
like you:

saved from the gutter,
as lightning fell piecemeal.
escapism,
all shining eyes,
all tiny scraps of flesh.

and we
let
him go,
but I can never let these things go.
I guess I miss you.
 Apr 2013 Courtney
brooke
Arrow.
 Apr 2013 Courtney
brooke
shirt on
no more
play, all
work,he
did this
(c) Brooke Otto
 Apr 2013 Courtney
K Balachandran
"She smells raw mangoes
and chrysanthemums,
 what a combination!                                     
                                 how exotic"
enamored city boy mused aloud,
kissing his newfound lover
a village belle,
under the shade
                    of a chattering peepal*
a  rendezvous, so elating
he could never imagine.

"They didn't pay me much
to pick the mangoes, still not ripe;
had to pluck flowers in the afternoon,
for decent wages"
                           she candidly told.
*Peepal-Peepal or Bo-tree is of Indian origin, which Hindus and Buddists consider a sacred tree(perhaps for the tremendous amount of oxygen it pumps in to the atmosphere).It's under one such tree Buddha attained enlightenment (and it was called Bodhi ).Travellers will take rest usually under the peepal to recharge energies.Its an essential temple tree.
 Apr 2013 Courtney
PoetWhoKnowIt
No longer have I
Stars,
         Moon,
                    Sun
And what a wish for
Sextant,
             Compass,
                            Light house,
Never to think of
Radio,
           Radar,
                      Satellite



Only dead reckoning.
Where to go...
 Apr 2013 Courtney
DieingEmbers
Pen with relish

incase

you have to eat your words


:p
Poorly at moment but I'll be back soon x
 Apr 2013 Courtney
Sophie Herzing
I believe in who you are.
I double back the circles on your skin from the scars.
I believe in who you are.

I render myself speechless
your face gets stuck in my jaw when I try to breathe
through all the things I'm scared to ask you,
but already know the answer to.
I've trusted the luck that brought me to you.
I've been wrong.
But your soft look is enough to make me think
I've never been more right before.

I smashed your honesty once.
I captured it between an endless night and a short coming morning,
let you have what I told you to take.
Gave up the strength I structured.
I broke open my mouth so the cacophony
of all the missing you I'd be doing,
all the loving I always had,
could be heard through your covered ears,
could be listened
by someone I always thought recognized me.

Then you ran,
and I was here waiting for you to come back.

But I can't ask you about that.
You're lips splice the seconds I have to interrupt
your pleading for my discontinued existence in your life.
You make me afraid to be somebody,
because I've become so passionate about losing you
that I'm scared to be who I am
without you being a part of it.

So I'll keep being that backboard,
keep ******* back my confessions.
and I'll always believe in who you are.
I double back the circles on your skin from the scars.
I believe in who you are.
 Apr 2013 Courtney
Tarryn
my bell
 Apr 2013 Courtney
Tarryn
i want to let you go

so i can ring my bell

who wouldnt settle for a life of lonely cattle

my bell

who wouldnt burden its own soul with even a spiders thread of strife and bitter woe

i want to let you go

so i can own my wrongs

so i can lose my pitiful pride

so i can choose to cast this ache into the cold night air

scream my truth

i didnt think i deserved a better kind of love

release this nothingness into the nothingness

forget the emptiness

i want to let you go

your fractured love

so begrudgingly bestowed

i want to ring my bell

to remember it doesnt matter where i come from

it only matters where i choose to go
 Apr 2013 Courtney
brooke
(to be honest, I'm afraid
of your sister, (or
i could be mad) but I am
drawn away from things
(or people) that pull at
my skin and plant their
words that never bloom)
(c) Brooke Otto
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