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 Apr 2014 Herbice
a m a n d a
i think i need new words
...a way to describe
    the level of
  dumb-assery
i find myself wallowing in

it's just that
i'm so certain i'm right
yet i know
   i am so
               so
                   so
                       so
                           fantastically wrong
so brilliant and pathetically blinded
   but oh,
               no, really...i am certain
               ...an excellent judge of character
because clearly,
   i am not the *******
    but oh!
    arguing with myself is
           so exhausting
           putting on a world-class act
a soul crushing mind drama
    ...is too much for a person

but admitting to oneself
that one is a *******,
      the likes of which the world has never seen
      is **** near impossible
you must wrap yourself in rightness
you must
           or you might lose your grip completely
you must hold in your mind
possibilities of forgiveness
       degrees of blindness
   levels of dumb-assery
or all hope is lost.

you must look at the blue glass
or the ink on the paper
and light the candle
  ...and listen to the music
because you are you
and you are dumb.
 Apr 2014 Herbice
a m a n d a
i had a dream last night
that you asked me to lay down
next to you,
and then would not
make a space for me.

i  pointed to the space
where i fit, but you
were being a stubborn ***.

you knew there was space,
but you would not move.

but in my dreams i move
forward like music.
 Apr 2014 Herbice
a m a n d a
if i had a soul to sell
i would have sold it,
fool that i am.

i would throw every device
and colored pencil into the ocean
...i'm so stupid.
but i would.

i would give up on words
i would delete delete delete

every single day brings
some new miserable
revelation

and i can't get a grip
and i can't shake this feeling
and i don't know where to look

when everything i see
is cast in your shadow
when everything i feel
is d i m
compared to the firestorm
i feel around you.
 Apr 2014 Herbice
Rachel Mena
Do not allow
yourself         to be
a product
                              of your generation
but rather
let your generation
be
    a product        
                   of you
 Apr 2014 Herbice
A Mess of Words
3am is so unkind
to a lonely longing mind
 Apr 2014 Herbice
a m a n d a
just to be clear,
i will not give up on you.
i will not fail you.

i will not be the one
   to fail you.
i will not.

stand stoically behind a shield
if you must,
call a retreat
turn your back.

i don't care.

i will still be here
no revenge in my heart
no desire to cut you down

i will not be the one to give up on you.
of all the people to fail you,
i will not be counted among them.

i don't know how to be anything
other than true and fierce,
and for you i will do what i must.
for you i can do what is best,
because you are you.

and there will never be a day
that light breaks upon this earth
that i don't love you.
 Apr 2014 Herbice
Marge Redelicia
I.
with my hand clutching my heart,
i anxiously swept my feet across
the hallway lined with a hundred artworks,
only to discover at the very end
that mine was just
one place short of an award.

i run all the way back the long hallway
to hide teardrops in a dark lonely corner
until my father
came and gave me
a comforting embrace.
his strong hands patted me on the back,
my tears stained his crisp polo as
i buried my face in his chubby belly.
he told me
that i'm the greatest artist
and that no matter what
he loves me.

II.
seeds planted in me bloomed
into realizations
and those realizations bred feelings
and like a tidal wave
the sea of emotions
surged over me
and overflowed to my eyes
chest felt heavy and
my head felt light.

i made my way through the dark and crowded room
to my brother
and in front of all his friends
tackled him in a hug.
he scuffled my hair and locked me in his arms,
and i couldn't believe he hugged me back
instead of pushing me away.
he told me
that he was stupid
and that he was sorry.

III.
he held me back as everyone else went down
the winding staircase.
i knew too well that this day would come
but i injected myself with lies
that February can feel like forever.
but the truth prevailed
and the truth hurts.

our cheeks brush and blush.
he got me on the tips of my toes
and his thick sweater caught my tears
as we wrap each other in a long embrace.
i let go of him and dropped my hands
because the moment felt too right but
he hugged me tighter
and he swayed me
gently
   back and forth...
       back and forth...
           back and forth...
contrary
to the wild beat of my heart.
he told me
his final goodbye
and that he will miss me.
I think that I can finally post this because the coast is clear. My friends barely go online nowadays mehehe
 Apr 2014 Herbice
Jonny Angel
She moved me beyond words,
took me on wild rides
that made
the carnival look lame.

Her frame fit me like a glove,
I was held spellbound
in her arms,
feasted on her body,
was titillated by her mind,
I was truly in love with her.

Sadly. I never realized
how much I missed smoking,
two packs a day she did,
it was in her hair
& in her clothes
& only the Lord knows
how much I miss her badly.
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