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Jun 2013 j

Pulse

Jun 2013 j

Lauren

Pulse

It's 3:45 in the morning and I can feel my heart beat rack my body
My pulse is fast and tense; no more sleep for me
It's ironic that the only time it slowed down to a sleeping rate
Was when I thought about stopping it permanently

Jun 2013 j

(smoke signals)

Jun 2013 j

La Jongleuse

(smoke signals)

endless people in the red room,
spinning, a massive trap abloom
just spiders on acid, wrapping up their prey

the twinkling chandelier hung,
i’d like to hang about, maybe hang myself
dim the lights & let the Fools’ charade progress

glass drinks & the vapid women,
all with waists that shrink
drink, drink, they’ll skip their dinners

i’ll be choking in the corner,
hugging the wall or some nameless one
it doesn’t really matter at this point

scene bloated with endless empty words,
the hall set ablaze by this social abyss
crawling up the wall like vines with claws *

there are holes everywhere
let me pass the hour blowing smoke rings
lest the poison I contain be spilt *

lest the walls crumble
lest the clocks tell the time
lest the song repeats

Jun 2013 j

On My Feet.

Jun 2013 j

brooke

On My Feet.

I'm still waiting
to turn that proverbial
corner and see you

(c) Brooke Otto

Jun 2013 j

No Vacancy

Jun 2013 j

Morgan

No Vacancy

I tried to find a home in you
And when I couldn't,
I tried to build a home in you
And when I couldn't,
I tried to buy a home in you
And when I couldn't,
I begged with tired lip & worn out tongue,
"Please shelter me"
But the green light in your eyes blinked,
"No vacancy"

Jun 2013 j

Out of the Collective

Jun 2013 j

st64

Out of the Collective

I died before I was born
And I cried when you slipped away....

Chorus:
We didn't know it, but we felt it
We didn't know, yet we felt it
We didn't know it, then we felt it
And when we felt it, then we knew
Oh, we knew
Yes, we knew....

Let's slip outta this time, back into the collective
Let's slip outta this time, back into the colle-ective!

So long ago, together in the nebulae
Had we passed each other then, bonding in spirit?
'Cause I felt myself dying, when you were born
When you slipped out of the conscious collective.....into the human race.

Refrain:
Here, where there's no time, but when it came
There came the wait...oh, and the weight
For, in slipping out of the collective, distracting the soul
You slipped away from me, till we met again.

And so, we're no longer out of the collective....

S T, 6 June 2013

Written so long ago.

Inspired partly by "A Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley...and The Outer Limits.

I enjoy reading and movies, sci-fi and overcoming improbability ..... amongst other things :)

sub-entry:

'no poet'

yes, no poet stands here in this place
just a tryer, passing off colourful words
into sepia images
no longer feeling so desperate to prove
oh, it really matters no more...

..no poet stands here
upon the appointed hour, bird flies
like a built-in metronome abides
the call to destiny is made...

stepping out yet still there
alone now, the breeze now opens
felt is...an unbroken flow

come, please .....take me hand

:)

Jun 2013 j

Deadly Opponent

Jun 2013 j

R

Deadly Opponent

I am the sticky *** of bubble gum
clinging to the soles of your new sneakers.
I am the early morning hangover
from a night of *****, 12packs, and too many liquors.

I am the static of a dead line
during a phone call ended too soon.
I am the prickly sliver of grass
that popped your kid's balloon.

I am the creaky staircase
in your hundred year old house.
I am the shattered windows
and even the annoying mouse.

I am the chocolate ice cream cone
that you dropped on the ground.
I am the lump in your throat
when you try to talk but can't make a sound.

I am the demons
that live inside your head.
I am the hunger that's never satisfied
no matter how much you've been fed.

I am the scary thoughts
that keep you awake.
I am the long black hair
that you found in your cake.

I am the blemishes
that cover your face.
I am the sore ankle
that kept you from winning the race.

I am the tear drops
from breakups and heartache.
I am the one who tantalizes
when you make a stupid mistake.

I am the war going on in your mind
and the deadly games you play, too.
But now it's time for check mate:
will I die? Or will you?