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Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer;
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer,
But reckoning Time, whose millioned accidents
Creep in ‘twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of alt’ring things—
Alas, why, fearing of Time’s tyranny,
Might I not then say, “Now I love you best,”
When I was certain o’er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe; then might I not say so,
To give full growth to that which still doth grow.

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

3 am

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

breezeblocks

3 am

i tried to write about how
the flowers craved the warmth
from the sun,
but somehow i ended up
writing about
you

to me, the world doesn't
spin in your absence,
and when you leave
the sky becomes just a
little bit darker

your voice would, always,
be my favorite soundtrack
i hope you never fall,
you never feel pain

you are an addiction,
i'm afraid too much of you
would be an
unhealthy overdose

i hope you never think of me
as much as i think
about waking up
next to you at 3am

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

You: 1; Me: 1

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

E B

You: 1; Me: 1

Admit it, darling:
not too long ago, I had
you weak at the knees.
I had you falling for my every move
I had you dreaming of my smile.

Admit it, darling:
do you sometimes think of me,
even when you're thinking of her
and how she doesn't want you
like I did so long ago? do you?

Admit it, darling:
you used to want me
as much as I wanted you.

Go ahead, admit it, because
only you and I will know.

I promise not to tell anyone
how I'm playing your game just
as well
as you are.

So, this was kind of written almost as a "sequel" to my poem "You: 1; Me: 0." I want to several of these, so I planned to create a collection, but I couldn't quite remember/find where to do that, so I guess you can just go read it if you want. You don't need to read "You: 1; Me: 0" in order to understand this one, but it does make it easier to follow how I'm "keeping score." Love you, beautiful people! :)

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Early Spring

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Rainer Maria Rilke

Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Untitled 2.

Jul 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

K Patricia Lyn

Untitled 2.

I refuse to sit and listen to you whine about your scars,
I've got a busy day ahead collecting hearts in jars,
I keep them on a shelf at home, where I poke them till they bleed;
Some people think its crazy, but I prefer to call it greed.

My heart cannot be caught, its stuck inside a box
Its stashed inside, a small small room, with lots and lots of locks.
I collect these jars for company, so my heart is not alone.
Because even a lonely tree, will try and grow around a stone.

May 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

L

May 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

CC

L

Every time I hear your name my heart jumps
Into my throat. And when I think of you
my heart cracks a little more and I
can’t help but remember the agony
of losing you, has it really been eight
Years? It feels like yesterday you were here
But now I find myself searching for your
face in everything. You would be nineteen,
Off at college ready to start your life.
Instead I struggle each day to bring up
My memories of you. Was it me or

You who told that joke? I can’t remember now
The feeling of staying up laughing
our heads off till three AM will never
leave me. I sometimes pray that by the morning I
will have forgotten everything and the
pain will have melted away, but how could
anyone wish to forget you? There are
no answers for why you are gone, some things
must stay as questions. now days blur into
weeks, months, years and I’m still here and your not
and every time I forget and try to
call you, it will be the same terrible
realization like every time, that
no one will answer and I’ll be back where I started,
trying to remember, to put the pieces
together and once again pick myself
up, thank you for your friendship, I will hold
you in my heart forever because that’s
how special you became to me. So, this
is my farewell to you,
Goodbye my friend

May 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Welcome to 4 A.M.

May 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Nicholas Harris

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where almost nothing ever happens and the universe sits mostly still, where indie music is life and where photography is heaven. Where silence is golden and life is absolute. Where we all wish to be, and where only a select few of us can go and handle it.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we lie in limbo, waiting for the sun to come up, the moon to go down, the median between life and whats left of the dark decay of lifelessness. Where Your eyes open wide, where your thoughts wander into the void of the infinite. Where we wait to see the beginning, the middle, and the end.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to the dead, the living, the mourning, the crying, the sad, the happy, the over energetic, the under enthusiastic, the over enthusiastic, the insomniac, the insane, the beautiful, the quiet, the peaceful, the thoughtless and thoughtful, the kind, the caring, the listeners, the wonderful and magnificent, the open minded and wide eyed sleepless.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we wander, searching for answers in our sleep. Where we wait for contact and a view into what we think is the future, and where here, we wait for the future. Where we sleep only to be dreaming of our answers we are searching for and never getting the full answer to questions like-
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
"Who do I love?"
"Who loves me?"
"Why am I here?"
"What awaits me today?"
"Who thinks of me?"
"Who are my friends?"
"Who are my foes?"
"Who are the friendless?"
"Who am I to judge someone?"
"Who are they to judge me?"
"What is left for there to question if I already know the answers to my questions?"

This is what we ask, and wait for...

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where our mindless infinite, grows! To be ever infinite into the oblivion of exaggerated proportions and ridiculous time! Where everything meets the beginning, the middle and the end. Where life dies, starts, and lives once more for us as humanity to enjoy through one more day, for us to catch our breath, and to breathe the dead and living. For our eyes to capture the very beauty of life through blinking as if our eyes where the lens to a camera and our brains the film to feed it.

All in one quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and insane, hour. Everything lives, dies, and starts over again.

Welcome to the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Welcome to 4 A.M.
Welcome to life.

Good morning.

May 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Words Are Difficult

May 2013 Elysia Kathryn Malloy

Nicholas Harris

Words Are Difficult

I fumble my tongue to please my brain. To ensue the passion of hilarity for others through the shame I lack.

If you write, you write wrong. No, sorry, you write incorrectly... No still not the right writing.

The grammar you possess is lacking enthusiasm in construction and production.

You fumble words in a loose platonic, exploitive passion of hilted disappointment.

Grammar and creation grow as production does. One-to-one the tower grows on an even playing field of iron I-beams and the office on aluminum T shaped cubical walls.

I apologize profusely if this has been difficult to process. Let us consider this a difficult simulation of your current level on sentence structure, and comprehensive understanding.