Icarus M: Favorites

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Free Speech 10w

Feb 2013 Icarus M

DieingEmbers

Free Speech 10w

Poetry
is the chance
to have our muted voices
heard

Feb 2013 Icarus M

February 6th 2013

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Jessica M

February 6th 2013

my first-ever valentine
walks on pebbles soaked in limes
****** out rinds and empty shot glasses
street lights sparkle as our taxi passes knoxville’s twisting highways of black
your voice, wailing, raking, sent shivers down my back
a million voices are singing your songs,
but one less than a million are singing them wrong
a million aching empty eyes glaring,
five hundred thousand pairs are staring off into space, all stuck in the past
I’m sitting here wondering how the **** my glass got empty again,
so toss me a lime, and pass me the bottle before I notice the time

this is weird

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Red Lights on the Wall

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Davy Langerak

Red Lights on the Wall

Night kicks up streetlights that scream in my ear
Over all of the laughter and bottles of beer
It's a quaint little place with red lights on the wall
It's a motionless apartment that's cozy but small
And it keeps you safe from who you know you could be
And it keeps you awake but it lets me sleep
Because your dogs never bark and the wind is kept outside
Where we'll end up walking and dancing beneath her; the Moon.

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Cobbled Pillowcase and Leather Sheets

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Glen Brunson

Cobbled Pillowcase and Leather Sheets

this is my impossibility:

that I may still smell you
from the crevice of my curve
while the moon laughs at my folly
     that I may still catch your laugh
     through cracks in the pavement

         this is the love of a patient
         who knows not his disease
         only the teething

this
is the difficulty
of breathing alone.

Awwwww...isn't the poor boy sad?

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Unfamiliar (Senryu)

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Donny Edward Klein

Unfamiliar (Senryu)

Strange face in mirror
Depersonalization
Succumb to numbness

In 1906 the term was first used. Depersonalization is known as 'The hidden epidemic'' in mental health.

Feb 2013 Icarus M

Cutters

Feb 2013 Icarus M

JM

Cutters

Stop cutting.

I get it, life hurts.

You want to feel, something.

You would rather watch your own blood seep out of your body from a self inflicted wound, than experience the hurt you have inside.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You choose to hurt yourself because you are overwhelmed by the pain you have caused another person, even if it was unintentional. The thought of that person whom you have such strong feelings for, suffering because of your actions or in-actions, is almost unbearable.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You don't know what to make of your situation. You don't know how a person like you could end up in such a ****** up scene. You feel stuck, lost.

I get it. I do.
Stop cutting.

Your parents ****. They don't understand the kind of **** you are going through. Sure they were kids once but that was different. Things were different back then. They don't get you and they probably never will. They don't care.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You really want to hurt yourself because you get off on the pain. You want it. You need it. You deserve it. You were put on this earth to suffer and you accept your role as martyr.

I get it. Truly, I do.
Stop cutting.

You need some sort of release. Something, anything. Anything but the consuming black,
nothing. The sweet release that only a razor can provide is the only thing that seems real to you amidst all of the drama.

I get it.
Stop cutting.

There is chaos in your life and the secret solitude provided by your ritual seems like an oasis.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You like the way your skin splits open. You like the way you can touch the cuts underneath your clothes. You like the way the scars remind you.

I get it.
Stop cutting.

The love of your life has abandoned you, leaving a void that nobody will ever fill. Ever.
You are completely and utterly alone.

Life *****.

I get it.

You however, are beautiful,
inside and out,
scars and everything,
and you are not as alone as you think.

Please,
Please,
Please,
Stop cutting.