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Apr 2011 glass can

Mary Ann Osgood

'i'm still nervous' when the phone rang
and i let things become silent so i may better understand my own breathing patterns (this will continue)

but what is it that i've convinced myself now?
that some form of being is greater?

a friend told me she was "lost
in between one feeling and another"(not much space, is there?)
and i told her i knew what that felt like(but i didn't until now)
she let her coffee get cold speaking.

ask me something, anything, and i will know how to answer
sometimes it isn't until you're honest with others
that you can be honest with yourself.

i'm not sure what there is to understand about this
(i'm only rolling credits)
i can't seem to place my focus on something tangible
(everybody cries sometimes)
you won't be able to change my mind
(just hold me)
you understand my impulses too softly
(it's better if i'm alone)
we are experimenting, but our safety goggles are getting in the way
(sorry for being so intrusive, abrupt)
we are touching, but our clothes are getting in the way
(i'm too cold)

i am asking you what is beautiful about this
what is beautiful about being here or anywhere or nowhere with you
how can two people or even one feel so much
i am asking you why it is so frightening to be lost
and why it is so hard to just lose myself

i wish i could fall asleep in your arms every night, where
i can be comfortable, and wake up
to your eyes each
morning, where

Everything is nothing when I am with you.

Apr 2011 glass can

Scattered Debris

Apr 2011 glass can

Isklar_Glacial

Scattered Debris

I wish your were words were a lullaby that lulled me to sleep,
But there silent daggers in this starry night, robbing me of any peace,
Leaving me in a state of paralysis,
Where my heart is beating, my eyes are staring into this dark space and my soul is crying,
Once you were that voice that told these tears won’t last forever,
But the pain I feel, given to me, by you,
Will last forever,
I may not be an angel in the sky yet,
Or a devil in the fire below yet,
But in my every breath,
Each second, each hour, each day,
My last breath,
Will have your name on it,
Even if my soul lives for eternity,
My every breath will be in debt to you.
Even when the sky falls to the ground,

Somewhere in the scattered debris of destruction will your lover lie.

Apr 2011 glass can

cavemen had the right idea.

Apr 2011 glass can

Danielle Jones

cavemen had the right idea.

i think cavemen were beautiful
with their primitive actions to
sculpt bare rocks and minerals
into tools to reach out to hearts.
they had their own language,
like countries i've never been to
or tribes i wish to witness
because even the minimum
was pure and enough
to keep their thoughts racing,
to push them to feel life
through fingertips and dancing.
i think this earth used to be
beautiful, with gallons of
salt water surrounding
one entity, we were once
all connected before
we were able to take our
first gasp of oxygen,
before we could communicate
how the earth was not flat
and circulated to
let the light take over the
heavy and forget what
heat is during the
ice coverings for 90
shaded days.
i think we forgot how to
really let our blood
strengthen our bodies,
using complex chemicals
to ease reality because
we know we are wrong at times
and right when we can't turn
back centuries.
we breathe to taste our
own ignorance,
when really we should be
breathing to feel alive,
but the numbers don't
change and we tend to
only care for ourselves.

cavemen gave and gave and gave
until they couldn't breathe in the
light anymore and the energy
moved on to the next,
like how ionic bonds
result in a positive
or negative charge.
sometimes our structures
aren't so step by step,
but our feet can take over
for that.

it is our time to take over and
****** our ideas out for the taking,
but i'm nervous we won't make it.

i'm scared that everything we've known
will fall down to the mantle of our
beautiful planet because
my generation
was too worried
about the little
things.

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