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 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
ximri
tonight i walked out of the house and sat in my car
it was the kind of night that you remember
i sat there for minutes, thinking of all the memories
that make me, we, happy
i imagined what would happen if i showed
up at your house at 10:58 p.m.
your mother wondering why the hell you chose
me, out of all the other girls in north central iowa
you, are the winter turning into spring
the slush on the side of the road
the puddles little kids jump into
i am the april showers
and you?
may flowers.
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Deana Luna
and when you were three years old. how did he ask you. where did you go. how many times did you go there. hearts above my head. wants to know me i want to know you. glad he put me on his car radio. is that all you think of. smeared across the windshield. starry eyed. constellations forming at the tip of your tongue. double cap my stars.

start speaking to me in astrology.

— my sweet baby. cowardly little girl —
little mouthed lovenotes

mysteries hidden beneath layers of red puffy cheeks huffy breath little smirk swollen eyes. holds me in his arms like a fragile plant. waters me with stories from his past. dreams of the future.

kiss the walls of my house. reach the rooted truths.
His arms
Cradling around me
Are strong, safe
I'm home
For Donovan
The boy with blue hair sits in a bar
He has been drinking since four o’clock.
He stares at the water stain on the bar that his glass left behind.

Lovers are everywhere, he thinks to himself, leaving me
Watching me, pitying me. They are angry that I did not bring another to this place
To fall on, to kiss.
He looks around, desperate to find someone to regret in the morning.

There is no one.
He walks home, he calls a friend to tell them of his
Loneliness.
He tells them he understands now how it feels to walk among lovers.

II.
The friend has been numb for months, but does not want to tell her friend that just because you have a love does not mean,
You feel it.
When you love someone else enough they take your feelings too.
They take your heart and run with it and leave behind the decoy.
The decoy just beats blood.

It does not race or flutter. It does not even break.

III.
The boy does not realize he is jealous of people who do not love each other.

IV.
The decoy hearts sit in the ribcage like the original heart did and give of the persona of originality. A Poser, as another might call it.
Like doll’s eyes, lifeless but giving off the idea of sight.

Soon it becomes decoy, dating decoy, and then they get married and they sit in the back of the car staring straight ahead at..
What they wish they could have had and they hold hands, but it is not what they think it should be.

The hand doesn’t fit quite right.

V.
The boy wanders through town to another friends house, sleeps with him, wakes up to the sound of…
A general heartbeat.
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Ashley
I feel the food go down my throat,
And I tell Finn I have to leave
“I have to edit a paper I just wrote”
That lie goes up my sleeve

I walk casually to the bathroom
Eyes blank as walls
I need to get rid of this fume!
This self-hate that just evolved

I lock the door, and approach the mirror
Staring at my nothingness
My mouth and finger become nearer
As I make myself gag in hopefulness

30 minutes later, I see my friend Finn
My hands and fingers trembling
“Are you ok?” “Where have you been?”
I say “Nowhere, just thinking”

I wake up the next morning, and it starts the next day,
The boat becomes afloat,
Delicious breakfast eaten off my tray
“I have to edit a paper I just wrote”
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Himal
PerfG
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Himal
Sunrise sets its rays on your golden face.

Lost in these covers grinning hysterically.

You're my Special Someone.

I wanna sleep and wake up I.Y.A.


Our eyes interlock an endless connection.


Every breath you breathe is my life.
For those that don't know, I.Y.A = In Your Arms :)

Have a splendid and meaningful day!

Take care
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