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Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Women

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Lee

Women

I do not understand you,
your wants,
needs,
aspirations,
or fears.
I suppose you want me to give you everything;
but with an air of resentment;
as if you owe me something.
I suppose you want me to tell you a million entertaining and amazing stories,
but leave out just enough,
to maintain some unreal and foolish air of mystery.
I suppose you want me to come and save you,
to be there for you at every beck and call
but let you do things yourself to maintain independence
or dignity.
I may never call out to you for myself,
or express loneliness,
to avoid being needy,
or obsessive,
and yet my rugged independence is:
foolish,
childlike,
******* stubborn.
The consistent contradiction that surrounds me
leaves me speculating about you.
About your reasons.
More than i speculate on the origin of the stars;
more than i speculate on the meaning in life;
more than i speculate on the existence of god.
More than these things,
you leave me depraved,
and wanting more.

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Surprise ( Xmas Adult )

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

DieingEmbers

Surprise ( Xmas Adult )

I've wrapped it up in tinsel
although it made it itch
and hung a bauble on it
to watch it sway and twitch
I've written merry christmas
in lipstick red and pink
and I promise you will love it
(ignore my cheeky wink)
There's no reciept to swap it
but it's worth I'll guarantee
you'll get years of fun out of it
and without a battery
so slip it in enjoy it
let the turkey cook and burn
for this the type of stuffing
that I know you'll always yearn
so merry Christmas baby
on this sweet Yule tide
let's forget the sleigh this evening
and enjoy another ride.

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Winter Britain

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Tom Orr

Winter Britain

Steam escapes the surface
Of infant mince pies.
It spirals upwards, dancing
Into the winter haze
Where headlights, opaquely visible,
Fight the fog.

The mist flurries atop the frozen pond,
Over brittle leaves, half caught.
The deer nuzzles in frosty thickets,
Searching the winter veil
For stray nut.

‘neath the tap my hands endure
The bitter cold of winter’s water;
But happily I return to my window,
And cast a gaze once more on winter Britain.
The fire leaves a smoky essence,
A homely smell.
December come.

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Matchbox Tanks

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Tom Orr

Matchbox Tanks

I wasn't sure what to make
of this intergalactic space war.
With flying soldiers in old tobacco tins
and bullets made out of fingers.
I took it upon myself, I suppose
to conscript to this chaos,
upon the fluffy terrain.
Some sort of tyrannous Tyrannosaurus,
with a purple top hat
had taken over the bunk bed fort.

I'd made up my mind.
The only thing for it was a straight "Neeeeee-owwwwwwww"
into the back of the villainous lizard.

My comrade in arms however,
felt I wasn't quite suited for this rampant combat.
Although, his reason I didn't quite agree with;

"You're doing it wrong" he said, rather patronisingly.

I guess my little cousin is less of the kamikaze type and more of the tactical warfare nature.

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Persephone

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

AJ Pearson

Persephone

The light coats the rolling hills.
Leaving dense shades in their valleys.
As the soft wind brushes the jade grass
and leaves its print in the land.

The sights, the smells, the senses,
You can almost feel them all.
The warm summer air on your cheeks.
The sweet scent of roses.

But after the first frost
only the memories remain.
Sleeping only to return
Laying dormant in the cold

But the warmth stays in your heart
You yearn for it, you dream of it to return.
But nobody should dream of soft summer winds
While the frost still coats the vales and hills.

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Death of a Gentleman

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Patrick Sutphin

Death of a Gentleman

laced with lovers lonely thoughts,
We prowl.

a handful of shadowed sinners
veiled by the illusions of sainthood,
We lie.

etiquette adapts to enchant.
laugh to lure, touch to trap,
We ******.

clothes clutter the carpet.
with the courtship climaxing,
We ****.

before the sun can show your shame,
We leave.

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Dec 2012 Hallie Bear

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.