heidi: Favorites

May 2011 heidi

Jessica Drake-Thomas

we were the bomb squad
a tribe of children in
plastic crash helmets
pillows tied on
to protect our insides
holding hands to keep
from feeling lost and alone

we were the bomb squad
living like thieves in cardboard caves
beside the mine fields
hidden beneath beds of poppies
decoy explosions
in cadmium red *****
tender tongues
like kittens licking
the insides
of trembling thighs

we were the bomb squad
mucous membranes and bones
tick tock throats and veins
popped in the pyre
stomach bile and marrow
all up in the same smoke
as something that was
once smooth and sentient

we were the bomb squad
we found no time for any flag
nothing to do with kings
or foreign countries
just the knowledge
of not having known anything before

May 2011 heidi

Leaving Home Forever with One Medium Suitcase

May 2011 heidi

D S Caillte

Leaving Home Forever with One Medium Suitcase

My laptop, iPod
Lie flat against the bottom
So conveniently

Like any other
Modern obsession we can’t
Treat with disregard.

Photographs will not
Surround the case, because I
Don’t have that many,

But even a past,
Abandoned lifetime deserves
A few muttered prayers.

The books occupy
The most space, as they always
Have, wordy giants:

Trilogy of elves,
Halflings and wizards warring
For the fate of men;

Two men discover
English magic on stormy
Moors, under gas lamps;

And a genius’s
Soul mate writes their adventures,
Hands steepled in thought;

And not forgetting
The others that have carried
Me down the road.

May 2011 heidi

Can I rest?

May 2011 heidi

Jowlough

Can I rest?

Can I have a rest,
for I am very tired.
of usual beings, come and go,
made us weak and little blind.

You're all over me,
thus, can I rest?
Everywhere I look,
You have proven me the best.

I am exhausted,
Will you let me be?
I cannot move forward,
on the the things I see.

Squeezed with the happenings,
I want a revamp.
release me from the past,
wicked sinked in swamp.

Sour flavoured outings,
did took a toll on me.
I want you to take charge,
Please let me be.

I want to relax,
my tired soul.
would you let me to rest,
or in pain come let me howl.

Can I have a rest?
Please let me so.
With you I found,
a partner to call.

Are you allowing me now?
please let me fall,
Down in questions,
sheered in a roll.

Are you allowing me now?
I hope you really do.
Can I rest?
..My eyes on you.

(c) 5.9.2011 - Can I rest? - jcjuatco

May 2011 heidi

Recluse

May 2011 heidi

Max Petersen

Recluse

Did you ever feel like screaming
did you eve feel all alone
Its not their fault so don't blame them
your downfall was your own

What a recluse
Here I made you a neuce

What a recluse
Just use the neuce

The one I was gonna use
before i cut loose

May 2011 heidi

Lost Words

May 2011 heidi

Saman

Lost Words

I’m holding a drop of time in my hands
I quietly grip the forgotten memories, the lost words

When I recalled each event one by one, I thought I understood everything
But the faded words were right by my side

Nights when I can’t find an answer, and a single drop of warmth, and my longing for something far away
I’m spending my whole life just repeating those things over and over

I’m holding drops of time in my hands
I quietly grip the forgotten memories, the lost words

I want to grab all the things you love in my hand, never letting them cool down
While we, as people, are unable to share that feeling

The meaning your words release, an unquestionable love, a feeling that has no answers
If only we could convery all that just by looking at each other

I’m holding drops of time in my hands
I quietly grip the forgotten memories, the lost words

I’ll keep this love in my heart

I’ve lost you…”

May 2011 heidi

We Believed

May 2011 heidi

Patrick Kennon

We Believed

Stains on the concrete like blooming brown flowers
Piles of wild grass, dry as sand, tracing a path up the curb
Potholes brimming with ***** water, a gleaming sheet of oil
Rotten houses, with all the windows smashed into collages
of razors
Stinking in their own slow decay, eaten away by time &
termites
The trees in the yard have shed their leaves, blanketing
the ground in fading brilliance
Fingers of breeze shift them, rustling with the sound of
a thousand roaches
Shedding the mornings condensation on the boots of
two legged insects
A pile of walking guts, giving nothing, taking everything
Vomiting their poison on the soil, reaping their foul
harvest
Wielding guns & machetes, cannons & swords, sticks &
stones
It's bone against bone, hand against hand, man destroying
man
Because the definition of war is many men dying for a few mens
interests

May 2011 heidi

bastard

May 2011 heidi

JJ Hutton

*******

step into the light--
show yrself--
my black-eyed,
horned,
*******--
stir me up,
shut me out,
string me up--

end tonight.
the pools
of fear
swirling in your belly
drown the saneness
of my eccentric existence.
end tonight.

step into the light--
show yrself to me,
dripping with sweat,
draining me of strength,
drilling me with smartmouthings--

poison crib.
poison crypt.
pretty curls.
petty cruelty.

hitting bricks,
slitting necks,
creeping beasts,
show yrself.

the moon
beckons you.
the mercy
forgets you.
my fist
tightens.
my blood lightens.
endtimes
begin
with the sanctity
of illumination.