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 Nov 2013 J R
Shiloh
Strength.
 Nov 2013 J R
Shiloh
Always in the background
never gaining a second glance
people do what they think is required of them
but I never get the chance

I see you in the reflection
of the person you wish I could be
I honestly don't think I have
the ability to change

The Strength in me has waned
to the point it physically hurts to smile
knowing that around the corner...
wishing I could fall into the endless black

to relieve the stress I always seem to manage
on everyone else, to leave their lives
they would grieve, for a little while
but I could be a part of something... else.

time is endless
all powerful
yet completely relative
I can recognize the hate in myself
I see the choices lay out before me
I am almost the person of my worst nightmares
and am entirely clueless about how to get back
when I am hanging of the edge with one finger
attached to a very thin fraying thread...
 Nov 2013 J R
AJ
The Superman Theory
 Nov 2013 J R
AJ
Up to a point
We spend our whole lives searching for superman.
He's hard to find,
But his cape isn't completely invisible.
You can see a tiny bit peeking out from his collar.
He's already been about a kajillion people.
A mom who made you
Macaroni and cheese when you're sick.
A teacher who yelled at the other kids
When they said your glasses were stupid.
The little boy who sat with you at lunch
On your first day at that new school.
The big brother who threatened to beat up
The creepy boy who gave you your first kiss.
That first boyfriend who was there
When your cat died sophomore year.
Superman is almost impossible to find.

But then you hit that point.
Remember when I said
"Up to a point"
Well this is the horrible part.
I mean, it's god awful.
Superman gets really annoying at this part.
It's going to make you want to scream.
Just bare with me on this one.

He puts the cape
On you.
Oh yes.
Now you're superman.
Could anything be worse?
Now there is no one to save the day.
Now you must make your own macaroni and cheese,
Stand up for yourself,
Make your own friends,
Deal with your own relationships,
And handle your own emotions.

I bet your mind is churning now.
You see what I mean.
You've probably hit this point.
Now by this point,
I was furious.
I bet you are too.
You see,
You don't want to be superman.
So this is what you do.
You reject the cape.
But unfortunately for you,
Superman used some super glue.
This is permanent.

Ugh, right?
And now you're going to put all of your time
And all of your energy.
Angrily trying to figure out
Who put this cape on your back.
But you don't really want to know who.
What fun would that be
Just to scream it out
And still be left with the responsibility?
It's good to have a faceless name.
What you really want is to be mad.
I know that my favorite game
Is the blame game.
And I'm willing to bet yours is too.

What we really need to do
Are you ready for the plot twist?
Is realize that we were already Superman!
Remember the time
You did your little sister's make up for her first dance,
Or when you stayed up all night on the phone
Listening to your friend vent about her stress,
Or when you picked up the flyers
That the lady at the restaurant dropped in the street,
Or when you lent that kid two dollars
So that he could buy lunch.
Or when you went home for a visit
Just because your mother missed you.

It's been us all along.
Did you see that coming?
I sure didn't.
 Nov 2013 J R
K Balachandran
Arrows her eyes shoot, are  sharpened by a silver light ethereal,
her heart, excited like a migratory bird, is ready to start, any moment,
they simultaneously practice for exactitude in the art of the dart
precision is enhanced after every consecutive try, I the target, gather,
my ever chivalrous heart, is ready to to receive it all, undaunted
as it gets late, expectant heart, slightly frets,
 why hasn't she yet started to shoot at the target, straight?
 Nov 2013 J R
erin
U.S. History
 Nov 2013 J R
erin
I try to elucidate your gaze
from across the room
What do you think?
What do you see?
What events replay in your
memories?

I want to explicate your movements
as you shift in your seat
A worried bite of your lip?
A sigh of fatigue?
How would you act
if you thought of me?

I steer my thoughts back to something
more germane to the subject
The Union loss at
Antietam Creek
But then you open
your mouth to speak-

And I think of orchestras
the instruments and sounds
moving, flowing
together

I think of night
thousands of stars flooding
the sky

I think of poems
that I can't begin to understand
but all so lovely

I think of wolves howling
flowers blooming
waves receding

I think of the wind blowing
between my fingers
while my hand rests outside
the window of
your truck

And I think of you.
I always think of
you.
 Nov 2013 J R
Smita
Mirror
 Nov 2013 J R
Smita
The silence grows deafening,
and the stillness screams;
the darkness over powers me.
i look all around and i see mirrored walls.
and in them the eyes!
eyes that bore into mine seemed to accuse,
they seemed to resent being trapped in here;
along with the very ghost.
i whirl around and see another pair,
appraising the view and seemingly smug.
so terrible yet so beautiful,
and wondering when the show ended.
i close my eyes, my heart speeds up,
i turn slowly and find another image.
hungry and dangerous the eyes came nearer,
with every step going backwards,
the ravishing the ravenous eyes came closer.
till i could smell her breath on mine,
intoxicating, alluring and beckoning me,
till i could fight it no more.
i tried to turn my face and again,
she smiled and waved at me,
she trilled a little laugh;
at my terror stricken face.
the sound reverberated off the walls,
that were also mirrors.
"why are you scared" she looked at me,
"we are all a part of you,
we sleep with you and wake with you,
and eat with you and we watch you ****.
we are your nightmares revisited,
we are the unspoken dreams,
the tales untold, the songs unsung.
all your deeds good and bad,
come undone with us.
for we are your friends and family,
we are only, you."
she bared open her heart
and i saw that it was mine!
and i heard the songs of the requiem,
or was it only my scream?
trapped within my own mind,
with the inner spirit.
she tortured me and tormented me,
till i was no more.
but when i start to think of it,
was it all just a dream?
but then she comes at night to me
and then i see it was me.
 Nov 2013 J R
Chris Rodgers
Tired
 Nov 2013 J R
Chris Rodgers
We're so much sleepier than we used to be.
So drained, so strained,
                 so uncreative.
It's been a blast while it's lasted,
but at last, perhaps it is time to quit.
Quit running in circles looking for miracles.
New things and new beams of light
will ignite (the tender) and give us
our sight.
(Or at least I hope.)
 Nov 2013 J R
Daniel Magner
Stormy
 Nov 2013 J R
Daniel Magner
A cold wind
blows at my back
shouting its frigid
yells into my sails
making the anchor drag
sweeping the deck
in salty brine
I've come to know
these elements
with a one man crew
setting sail
toward something
new
Daniel Magner 2013
 Nov 2013 J R
chloe marie
we live in a wasteland
built by the madmen and
founded by demons
we wade through this sea
of chains and barbed wires
while they simultaneously
suffocate and scar,
killing us both slowly...

you can remind me
as much as you like
that there is good in the world
yet even though that might be true
it doesn't change the fact
that in every corner
of our realm of insanity
evil lies and lurks

no matter where we go,
there will always be darkness
terror hidden in the shadows
searching for a soul to feed on
for they are nothing but
dead and decayed wisps of anger
impatiently stirring fragments of hatred

who wait for you to come along
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