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Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

Expanse

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

John Edward Smallshaw

Expanse

I could love her forever.

She reaches out to touch me
I turn and move so delicately
as if she's made of china and she'll crack
or even break.
And I take her smile and file it in the memory stack
where,
when I'm sad and lonely I keep going back
to look at her.
I really like the way she lets her hair
hang free
as if she leaves it there for me to let my right hand wander through.
She knows just what to do.
She lets me know that too.

I could love her forever

and if forever does arrive.
one look into her eyes
and I'll love her even longer
when that love will be much stronger
and forever won't exist
only in the mist of our imaginations
and the creations of our minds.

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

no name #11

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

Lyra Brown

no name #11

though we do not talk anymore,
i still think of you -
not my idea of you - but how you were,
as i knew you to be.
beautiful, like a swan
cute the way you would lose things
like your wallet or phone,
the way it almost seemed like you lost them on purpose
just to give yourself something
tangible to look for, to distract you
for a little while.

though we have spent more time apart without talking
than we probably ever thought we would,
i still smile to myself when certain memories
float like little clouds shaped as animals
over my heart.
like that night we took black and white photographs of ourselves
in my mothers bathtub, beautiful pictures
of us smoking cigarettes, and you said
"two girls. black and white. naked in a bathtub.
it doesn't get more honest than that."
and i smiled because you were right
and it felt like we had accomplished
some artistic feat, like the love we had for each other
was finally depicted into something that we had both
created, in the way great artists create things,
beautiful & brutally honest,
and i felt so much joy and beauty
in that.
i still look at them sometimes,
when my heart aches for you.

though you have hopefully replaced me
with better, kinder, balanced, healthier, supportive people in your life
i still think about you,
and although i do recall how deeply we both hurt
each other
i do wish the best for you
and i hope you're really
happy and that you finally feel
like the goldmine
you are.

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

I wonder if I lack hits because the names of my poems are so odd

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

M Clement

I wonder if I lack hits because the names of my poems are so odd

ah
gotdang
im tired of all these *******
not using proper grammar

for goodness sakes
this is brutal
i desire to capitalize
but in my minds eye
the goal was irony
irony for all the people who intend
and all who dont
to ***** up the english language
as many wont

its funny
im not mad
just be glad that we can type in the first place
and read and write
and understand and fight
for what we believe in whether or not we are wrong or right
in the end
this is for you dear vandals
dear robbers
dear crooks
robbing the english language of its odd sort of beauty
its backasswards
ridiculous
difficult
wonderful beauty
whether young or old
you make me squirm in the worst sort of way
i love you
God bless you children
because its taking everything in me
not to yell at you

instead
look here
ill join your ranks
i will mess up eery single grammar right
and do write by eery grammar wrong
no commas
one capitalization
no proper i's
and only one apostrophe
no quotations
no brackets, no parenthesis
no subtlety
only irony
and me writhing on the floor

bad grammar kills

This became drivel... I hope it's still enjoyable!

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

Oceanic

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

M Clement

Oceanic

I search the shores of San Diego
Couples embracing
Rocks bracing against the wind
Lonely hearts embracing the
massiveness that is the Pacific, Atlantic,
whichever
I watch as surfers awaiting the next gift
that the ocean will bring
I watch the waves,
they fall into themselves like a man losing everything
And slap against each other like a man slapping his own knee
hearing something too comedic to leave be
I watch the birds as the encircle but a measly patch of land
covered in sand
and others encircle but a small, infinitesimal speck of ocean
I watch the pier stand firm in face of waves that threaten
the stability of the entirety
and people, like ants,
walk up and down the way
The infinity of the ocean is something that I take no part of.
Like a child that doth not wish to take part of a game in the schoolyard
I traipse along the sand
looking towards infinity.

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

With a pinch of faerie dust (though I'm not European)

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

M Clement

With a pinch of faerie dust (though I'm not European)

Ultimately, whether function or form
inevitability strikes at the achilles tendon of
anything with a pulse

There's a **** in my hair
Choke it out with a hangman's noose of silk
Platinum, diamond, and gold
Elderly women scrubbing under folds

This disgust, contempt, and ill begotten logic
of false idols, impressions, and spiritual fog
Breaking backs of lambs for the feast
And watching them writhe and struggle

Darkness
And on the sunny side of day
There's Ice Cream in my Snicker's bar
Spider-Webs
Lowered beds
I wish they had wheels
So I could drive by night
Assaulting with dreams and wonder
No nightmares here
Just night mares

Walking along the sandy beaches
Staring at the sandy beetches wondering
Why am I here?
Right now, at this moment,
And why for the life of me, can I not escape the demons on my back

The worst part of life is the truth
It's the hardest **** to swallow
Fiber for the human centipede

I wish my wit were a tad sharper
And my **** a tad longer
I had a mental image of a thumbtack...
then I thought of my ****
I'm not that small, honestly

Mental webs sprawling on paper (?)
No, this is the computer
I'm just typing ****
What happened to the days of writing in cursive
to show affection to one far away?
In the end, we send an text to close another day
"LU Q T, ILL BE GON 4 2 DAYS"

In reality it's me that's gone away
No sweetie, no honey
No baby here
Self-pity party for the rather queer

I am not what I want
And I am not who I should be, right?
That's the reason I fight this fight?
I need to be better, I want to be better
And that's why I'm writing this
Letter by letter

I'm not sure how I feel about this one. I know I feel it, but...

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

Can you tell me otherwise?

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

M Clement

Can you tell me otherwise?

If mental sprawlings were explosions
I would be very dead

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

If I were James Franco, I'd be rapper too, and I would have stayed the hell out of Oz

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

M Clement

If I were James Franco, I'd be rapper too, and I would have stayed the hell out of Oz

I wish my hands were rockets
So I could see the show
Watching them blast off, whe'er they go

I don't really want them anymore
So to them I wave adieu
Well, I would if I had hands...
Instead I flop arms
Like a seal waiting for a meal at your local circus

I pitch tents
And people sometimes visit (read: never)
but a few have wanted to see the show
And see me bark
They probly honk the horn better than I

In the end of the day I pray for a sickness to leave my body
And to not struggle anymore
But I don't think that's really the point
I think it's a story about rising above...
I'm still at the ocean floor, though
And there's a long way up

but away from the dreary, let's focus on cheery
As I carve pumpkins in the shape of silence
There's nothing in April for the stuff in October
So I fold over a game of poker
For another month or two
Pour me a drink, Scottie!
A fifth of ***, and a shot o' her
Wondering eyes cut ties to those morals we hold most dear
None of you are mine, and I have little right to peer over as I do
But oh, do I
Wondering eyes are best plucked out by Ravens
Like that's so Edgar Allen Poe
Half Black females can squander careers... or blame
it on the *****... or disney channel
Spring Break, *******

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

I wanted to name this 'Untitled' but I decided not to be lazy

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

M Clement

I wanted to name this 'Untitled' but I decided not to be lazy

I have 116 poems to read
And even fewer cares to give
I'm thinking less than 10
But greater than 9

In a sense, this is to say I'm sorry
I'll probably never read you
Don't take this the wrong way
I hardly remember to get on to write.
Maybe someday, when everything chills down
I'll be able to spend my day burning a cigar
Drinking in all your beautiful words,
Your wonderful idiosyncrasies
And every little feeling you leave behind with every single letter you type

But listen, as of now,
I'm swamped
Life is coming at me from all sides,
and if I weren't to make an excuse: I just don't give it enough time.
Take this community, and love me?
Actually do what you want, I'm not your boss.
Just know that I'm sorry for not paying attention
You're not a red-headed step-child
You're the family that lives far away
I don't call them either.

I feel bad, because everyone here writes so beautifully, and there's a reason I followed them in the first place; however, here, at university, I have *no* time. So, I pop in to write and be thankful for all those who enjoy what I write, but not much else.
God Bless, Guys. Sorry I'm not around.

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

Cramps

Apr 2013 FredErick le Roux

M Clement

Cramps

I mixed liquid nitrogen
With my *** juices
Now I'm cool as ****

Interested in interesting intellectuals
Bringing bacon back, bread-bringing *******
Alliterating alliterative allocutions allowing abusive acronyms

For goodness and badness
And for some ugliness
Here’s the facts and I’ll lay them down right:
I’m a ******* sorcerer
And I don’t finish lists

Irony in the ironical first-person
I left someone behind when they told me to
And now I’m better off,
Know this poem’s for you.
Every time I see your face, I really hope you’re doing well
But deep in my mind I know that nothing’s changed
And you’re still the same, as I’m trying to change
To be a better person than I was when we met
But it’s something that you never noticed, yet
Something inside of me says we’re polar
Opposites and what really happened
Was for the best, for both of us
So I still keep in touch with
Friends around you
And I hope secretly
That you fall in
Unending mercy
And that I’m wrong.