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 Jul 2012 dj
Brandon
Walk Of Shame
 Jul 2012 dj
Brandon
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing the walk of shame
when I leave my house in the morning
dressed in last nights clothes and breath.

Out into the sunshine of the world
while you're still upstairs
outstretched on the bed
hogging the sheets
and darkness in your head.
 Jul 2012 dj
Brad Lambert
It's true,

I think you've forgotten
how to skip rocks
so as not to have them


sink

into that murky, swampy
artificial lake that crosses
beneath the railroad tracks.


down

beneath the tracks there is
nothing but muck and a few
corpses weighted with stones.


below

the corpses at the bottom,
their faces twisted with
decomposition, there is


earth's

body for miles and miles, and only
a little patch of Hell deep down.
The rest of it is has seeped onto the


surface.

Just look at the city and talk to the people.
If this is not Hell, and these are not demons
then did we ever really have anything to fear


after all?
Just playing around with words. No clear story here, just imagery.
 Jul 2012 dj
K Balachandran
From my DNA code,
I deciphered this cryptic message:
A sweetheart from an uncertain  previous life,
waits for ME somewhere,

This is the message to him/ her
URGENTLY GET IN TOUCH
There is no meaning in anything
other than LOVE, the flame that remains lit all through eternity.
 Jul 2012 dj
Kai McC
We're all looking for a fairytale
A prince or a magic spell

Though they don't always happily begin
Everything's alright in the end

Not always sunshine and roses
Sometimes there're witches with big, warty noses

A frog turned into a prince
But it doesn't matter since

It's a happy-ever-after, after all
When the princess goes to the ball

But in reality
We can't have that mentality

Things don't work that way
Doesn't matter what they say

True love and fairytales
Don't always prevail
 Jul 2012 dj
Pedro Tejada
You make me not hate snoring.
You miracle worker, you.
Usually it feels like a lawnmower
massaging my skull, but you, buddy,
croak like an angel.

The acoustics of your voice,
the high fidelity and crumpled static,
the seesaw between treble and bass,
have my head singing
pitch-perfect harmonies.
Your hum slows down my tempo,
heightens my crescendo,
sends my heart pumping
at double-time *staccato.
 Jul 2012 dj
topaz oreilly
My Copal Square bladed shutter
Calibrated, adjusted, lubricated,with tlc
re-captures fields of Shirley poppies
tight roping Nevada's mountainous ranges.
 Jul 2012 dj
Marigold
Drowned
 Jul 2012 dj
Marigold
She drowned late last night
Not in water but in her own being
Her clothes were not wet, her hair was dry
When she walked she left no footprints behind her
This only went to prove her lack of existence
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