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 Nov 2013 J R
Elizabeth Squires
for forty years
the story has been told
of the eerie lights
doing their nightly patrol
along the disused airstrip
at the property known as Montana

those who've witnessed them
are frightened
by their chilling appearance
are the lights
of spirits
wishing to be free
or are they all
something imaginary

Toby is a man
of honesty
and he's seen the lights
on several occasions
upon the airstrip
flickering
ever so
brightly and breezily
they are there
for only a short interlude
then they take their leave
he has said
the air at night
around this location
is so icy of feel
and that it made him
quickly
turn on his heels

sometimes these sorts
of occurrences
can't be fully explained
but the mystery of them
holds our fascination
the intrigue
of this story
shall ever remain
why do the lights
on the disused airstrip
so scarily entertain
 Nov 2013 J R
apathy
apathy
 Nov 2013 J R
apathy
some people ask me why i call myself "apathy,"
they know its mysterious. its an emotion. sometimes, people ask me why I'm referring myself to an emotion
i never answer their questions
and now i am
once upon a time, in a land, not so far away,
lived a girl living in shame
she was losing her best friend,
she was losing her freaking mind,
she was even loosing herself
and in that, she lived a world of neglect, or crying, of depression, of pain
she was sick of it,
she was tired of it all
she didn't want to break and fall
and upon her journey into darkness,
she met someone.
the person helped her,
the person tried to show her the light,
the person tried to give her "potion"
this person tried to fix the girls sadness
it did not work
she tried every potion in the book,
and even went to someone for guidance, for help
nothing fixed it
and upon that, someone else appeared
she tried to fix the girl too
she brought her closer to the light,
the girl was nearly there,
but the darkness called her back
it only made things worse
people wanted her to see the light,
they wanted her to stay away from the dark
she couldn't fight
her demons caught up with her,
they killed her inside
she couldn't comprehend
she couldn't speak,
she couldn't cry,
she couldn't function,
she didn't feel anything but pain
but the pain did end,
and then she felt nothing,
and always will feel nothing
and that's when the name came
she started to call herself "apathy"
her real name was too happy
and to that we say, happy never after
 Nov 2013 J R
Cin
the man with my heart
there you stand not knowing what you do to me
my stomach screaming, my insides reeling, playing hopscotch and jumping rope
your smile excites me, your goodness places me in a trance
those puppy dog eyes are begging to be played with
alas, you are far beyond me
in both age and experience
all you will ever see me as is a young lady
who knows where she is at
but nonetheless
is too young
age is but a number you say
 Nov 2013 J R
Persephone
The Swirl

Let's be in love in my living room
Dancing to a better tune
Telling secrets with our mouths quietly,
Out loud
Til we're black and blue
From making love all afternoon

Let's build a universe in your backyard
Playground
Downtown
Sloppy drunk, on our way to right now
Lightweight, carefree
Weight of the world gone suddenly

Drag me to my deepest fears
Keep me there
Carefully, make me
Stare at them
squarely
Swallow tears
Of sorrow spilt from pain relieved
Hold me there in disbelief

Then take me to your living room
Drunk as hell
Late afternoon
Laugh it off,  birth my buzz
Pick me flowers
From your gardens rug
And shower me with all your love
Until I'm black and blue
From making love all afternoon
a song I wrote for a person who no longer wishes to sing with me
 Nov 2013 J R
Molly Hughes
Waste
 Nov 2013 J R
Molly Hughes
I feel just about ready to
burst
with all the love
and kind words
and stroking of the cheek I have ready to offer.
But nobody wants it.
So should I just burst,
splatter all over a canvas and create a sick sort of work of art,
leaving me a let down balloon, a broken shell?
Or should I leave it to decay,
to slowly eat my insides and eventually fester out of my
ears,
nose,
mouth,
into something bitter and spoiled.
Or should I just keep growing
and hope I find you?
Sorry if I sound like I'm whining.
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