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I constantly find myself
running away from how
I feel because maybe I don't
want to admit you're the
reason why I'm hurting.

I'd rather sit in silence with
a broken heart not knowing why
I am then think about what could've been.

I'd rather break down over and over
because the bottle is over flowing then
sit and think about your smile.

I'd rather cut myself and stand at
the edge of a building contemplating
suicide than remember the way
you used to look at me.
Lady between my fingertips,
white skin and chestnut hair that sat
between my mind.
She pulled up like roses cumbering dirt
from roots that hung their feet and quivered.
She let go her
melancholy legs
that dangled free against the summers air.
I giggled as I kissed her
and she turned the brightest shade
of red.
Held her hand until the shakes set in
and pried our hands apart.
Started crying as the rain hit my head
and she said,
“would you like to take a seat?”
Sat beneath shelter as
we let our fears pour.
She filled me with her
radiance;
I couldn’t eat for days.
She held her mouth wide
with her white teeth;
illuminating
that decorated the night
like stars perched amongst darkness.
She made my insides shine.
with hearts beating
and open palms she said,
“Would you like to take a seat?”
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
All Rights Reserved
Who was the last to wear your body? 

Parting petals upon modest fingertips 

Supple mouth which you tumbled willing 

And gulped until tamed .
Laid steamed and wet awaiting the sun

to bellow through curtains 
as the
scene laid out 
like an easy 

****** mystery
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
All Rights Reserved
 Sep 2015 Jacob R Vinson
JR Potts
Love is for the poor,
and money for the rich
but wisdom is reserved
for those who caught the itch
of curiosity for the fact that they exist.


Those sparse few who dare
to put their faith into people
but expect not to see the eyes of god
inside of another man’s cathedral.
Knowing well that these lies and laws
could never guide us past the flaws
of good and evil.


Only believe in the dreamer
who refuses the role of a follower
and shuns the idea of a leader.
Be not deceived by status or acclaim
because it only makes you a disciple
of a product and a name.


Hold in high regard the tired hikers
born to the depths of the deepest valleys
and yet they rise before the light of dawn
like a striker to set ablaze the malaise
of these pedestrian days
that mock our souls
with monotonous toil.


This life is but an eternal recurrence
therefore every morn we are born anew
and that potential is a shot at transference
into something more eminent than you.
Become the bridge my friend
because there is no future
in being an end.
 Sep 2015 Jacob R Vinson
JR Potts
Forthcome that which has no meaning
beyond the petty dreamings of a fool.
Trickled thoughts walk off mid-conversation
with strangers into the vanishing
managing to forget that I forgot them first
way before they wandered off
to inhabit the earth
but that's just me being hipster,
rather be in Pittsburgh
because New York,
too contemporary.
Very hedonistic with a lack of trajectory
or am I projecting to protect me
from an existential vasectomy.
Maybe
I'm afraid I can't make it here
Maybe
I think I drink too much beer
and Baby
I should have been more clear

I am scared
I am scared
I am scared of being a failure
and I don't even know
what the **** failure is
or what one even looks like
because every time I think I've met one
they've taught me something about my life
half the the high school teachers
across this country couldn't.

My home
has taken their lives,
my passion and my poisons
have made it hard to get by
and my parents
have worked and will mostly likely die
holding on to concept I now perceive as a lie
That's why I so badly wanna believe in nothing
but I keep falling head over heels
cartoon like slips on banana peels
Women; smart enough
to know a poet is a bad deal
but I still do it 3, 4 times a day
I let someone inside
and we'll make love
with words and thoughts
we'll tell each other what we dream of
and talk about the kinds of things
that can't be bought
cause those are the things that matter
at least to me.

But I guess
that's just me
being hipster
again.
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