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 Aug 2014 Grez
Tori Tibbetts
My Mama warned me 'bout the bad things
I guess your Mama forgot to
And now I'm here alone
Because the bad things got to you
 Aug 2014 Grez
David Lessard
I blot the sun out with my thumb,
don't want to burn my eyes;
it's hot enough to fry an egg,
someday, by god, I'll try.

I'll place it on my car's hood,
in the middle of July,
in desert heat outside of town,
I will let it fry.

I'll take a magnifying glass,
in the case that it need be;
and my widest brimmed hat,
so the sun will not scorch me.

I'll take along some pinto beans,
huevos rancheros of a sort;
on corn tortillas with red sauce,
if it's good, I'll take snort.

A Mexican fiesta dish,
with jalapenos too;
then I will burn my mouth,
before my meal is through.
 Aug 2014 Grez
aar505n
Relationship are rough,
sailin’ the ever changin’ tides of emotion.
They don’t come ‘bout easy,
they require a lot of hard work!
Some days be jolly!
But sometime things don’t go yer way.
Some days there’s a change in the wind,
a change in the current,
that goes against the riggins’ o’ yer ship
an’ ye struggle,
but that doesn’t mean yer ship is sinkin’!
Don’t walk the plank now,
just ‘cause the imminent Kraken
of breakup and doubt
is in hot pursuit o’ yer vessel!
Like Dido,
ye won’t be goin’ down with this ship,
there’ll be no white flag!
Are ye really going to let some bombastic baboons pillage yer lass?
No yer not!
Yer goin’ to drop yer anchor
an' battle for that nigh uncatchable ship.
But if ye be captured,
a faith worse than Davy Jones' Locker,
an' they say ‘walk the plank’
then you’ll walk that plank,
but ye’ll cross the seven seas to meet them again!
Storms they pass,
with lil' damage,
if ye just brace and stick it out
'Cos for the right ship,
ye do anythin'
This is an extract from a short play about retired pirates that own a cash for gold shop written by myself and my friend Roisin.
Here, Alf, a pirate, is giving relationship advice to a sad and broken hearted Customer.
 Aug 2014 Grez
Samridhi
August 13th.
 Aug 2014 Grez
Samridhi
Happy birthday,*
the two words- i never got to say,
to you.

Every year, i fear
that the thing we once had will disappear,
eventually.

Even though we're not together
there's a part of me that'll remember you forever
and always.

Every year, i pray.
i pray for your happiness.
and i pray- for my emptiness,
to fade away.

On august 13th,
i regret.
On august 13th,
i sometimes forget.
on august 13th
i miss you.
on august 13th
how i wish i could say those two words to you.
to the person who taught me how loving someone could hurt so much, so much
 Aug 2014 Grez
Seán Mac Falls
Loves' hopeless season,
A fall of yellow colours—
  .  .  .  All is tarnished gold.
 Aug 2014 Grez
AmberLynne
Pure anticipation
   at the moment I
      can rush into your
         open, waiting arms
            and brush my lips
               against the smooth
                  softness of yours
                     is what propels me
                        through the dizzying
                           dullness of each day.
8.15.14
 Aug 2014 Grez
Piglet
Nomads
 Aug 2014 Grez
Piglet
Every summer, off we go
we pack the van and leave
where we'll end up we don't know
we drive and then we'll see.
My family become nomads
we travel across the land
we see our friends and family
the time we have is grand.
We sleep under the moonlight
and sing around the fire
we live this way till autumn,
doing as our hearts desire.
We came here to get petrol
and lots of sweet supplies
the sign said "we have WiFi"
in truth, I almost cried.
It's fun to be a nomad
and live without a care
but it's nice to touch base now and then
to know the world's still there.
 Aug 2014 Grez
Traveler
DESPAIRING
 Aug 2014 Grez
Traveler
I grow old waiting and all I can do is dream
Of all the beautiful things only love can bring
Trapped in this outer limit, suspended from life
Stuck in this lucid coma I call out to my wife

But she never seemed to hear or even care
The memory of her touch has long since disappeared
And my daughter, whom above all I have wronged
Becomes the theme of my saddest poems and songs

There are so many reasons for this heart’s demise
All of the broken pieces I try to hide
All of these regrets are a thorn in my pride
All stuffed way down deep inside...
Reload
Traveler Tim
re to 09-17
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