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 Dec 2012 Harlow
Jeanette
Your bony knees, like shovels,
bury themselves into your tummy.
Your hands clasped before your heart;

You've taken the shape of a praying child,
while you sleep on the couch.

The glow from the television bounces off
the sharp lines of your face.
blue,
and black, then fully lit,
and dark again.

The host from this infomercial
explains why my life is incomplete,
in three volume notches higher
than anyone should ever speak;  

It chops, dices, and something or the other,
"Satisfaction guaranteed!"

It is the first week of winter
and my limbs have turned to icicles
to prove the calendar right.
I'd like to slither my way under your blanket,
I'd like to tell you that I love you,
but I should not wake you with such
ordinary words.

I tuck my cold hands and inadequate feelings
into my sweater sleeves
and continue watching just about the ******* TV.
 Dec 2012 Harlow
Caitlin Drew
All I want to do is fall asleep
          But these blurred images of steps I wish I could trace
                         Keep submerging me in a hostile reality.
                                    
I've been staring at my ceiling, wondering why
I can't just dizzy my way into an oblivion of dreams
That I'll never remember.

                                   Laying completely still.
                        Maybe if I don't move a morsel
            My body will learn to become comatose
And I can serenely evade this Winter.
 Dec 2012 Harlow
August
Dinner Date
 Dec 2012 Harlow
August
Look for the point of contact
Savor the moment of friction
She has straight cut bangs
And a necklace that has a
Hamsa hand with an eye in
The middle of the palm
She blinks large blue eyes
That are rimmed with
Long, dark, black eyelashes
She leans her long neck
Her dark, dark hair
Swishes at her pale collar bones
She purses her light, light pink
Lips that have touched to many
Lovely red beating hearts
She puts her skinny fingers on
Your hand from across
The dinner table, across the coffee
And the half-smoked cigarettes
You glance at how the light
Reflects off of all those piercings
Up & down her ears
Her lips part & she says very slowly,
Pronouncing each syllable one by one
"Let-s, ge-t ou-t of he-re."
You throw a *** of cash on the table
Not caring if it's the right amount
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
 Dec 2012 Harlow
August
"I don't want anymore heartbreak,
                  I'm tired of the sound it makes."
 Dec 2012 Harlow
amt
Birthday
 Dec 2012 Harlow
amt
And he didn't text.
He didn't call.
Didn't write 'Happy Birthday!'
On my Facebook wall.

So when I blow out my candles,
There's one wish I must do.
Not to be yours,
But to get over you.
Sorry... It rhymes...
 Dec 2012 Harlow
Tatiana
Good Luck
 Dec 2012 Harlow
Tatiana
Don't look me in the eyes,
and lie to me,
its not in your best interest,
to do so.
There is something about you,
that gives me an uneasy feeling,
you're not
real.
Every time you talk to me,
you act like i'm two,
when in reality,
you're the child of this situation,
and I can't figure you out.
You sugar coat everything,
so your lies are as sweet as candy,
but to me,
they're sour.
I'm done with you,
but you don't seem to be done with me,
you keep trying to attack me,
and hurt me.
But you don't know
what hurts me,
and I plan to keep it that way.
So take your fake innocence,
and leave me,
or I will make you leave,
myself.
Because i've had enough,
of you thinking you can fool me,
with your little games,
but unfortunately for you,
I don't play your games,
or your rules,
i'm my own person,
that can not be controlled,
by a hypocritical, society-driven person.
So good luck
with trying to get your lies,
past my eyes,
that catch every little mean thing you do
to me,
and everyone else.
 Dec 2012 Harlow
Tallulah
You’re a puzzle
Thousands of missing pieces
When I reach to hold you
I touch the missing spaces

You’re going nowhere
Awfully fast
Pedal to the metal
Hope this high will last

“Do you see me?”
Your mother snaps.
Can’t hear.  Ears
overflowing with schnapps

Addiction coded in genes.
Father to son it passes
The pattern continues
Passed along in ***** glasses
 Dec 2012 Harlow
DieingEmbers
You stood on the cliff edge
arms wide
eyes closed
listening to the whistling wind
until the breeze died down
but the music continued
you opened your eyes
and saw me there
sitting
feet dangling, smiling
you looked from me to what lay before you
green hills golden fields and blue skies
beauty personified within one vista
you paused
again looking down to see me leaning
back on my hands
enjoying the warmth of the wintry sun
why are you here
you asked
and waited as I pondered the question
and shocked you with my answer
as I said
the same as you to feel small in the presence
of God but to know he sees me as I did you
you relaxed your arms and sat down
I offered you a mint
don't mind the fluff this coats clean I laughed
you smiled
and though you still don't know why you ate it
yet realised
sometimes
the sweet things in life
are often those offered us freely
with a smile.
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