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 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
A M
(not a) haiku
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
A M
i don't write haikus
but i love their simplicity

i messed it up
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
k
its just that
sometimes i get scared
that I'm just floating around with no
significance at all
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
Jordyn Dennis
the stars in the evening sky light my way to better days,
there's lots of them,
they give me hope,
if they can come out every night,
then why can't i get up everyday,
the sun and the moon give me hope for love,
one dies for the other to live,
they remind me of Jack and Rose,
the earth gives me hope for moving on,
it just keeps moving,
a world wide disaster doesn't stop its course,
then why should i let a simple thing stop mine?
(J.D) (11:19)
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
Julianna Eisner
..
Mouth full of semi-raw fried potatoes and
dehydrated orange wheels, doesn't Mr. Appleseed come out of
nowhere
and plant a speck of a seed right smack dab in the centre of my
reptilian cortex, but I
pay no mind because Buddy has adored me for a whole five minutes until he rebounds
              harder
                        than an
                                    addict discharged
                                                    fr­om
                                                        forest-y­ methadone clinics
                                                        i­n downtown cores
                                                        pop­pin' Hilfiger blue collars
                                                        y­ackin' it on the phones to guys named D, or
                                                        D yackin' it to guys named Friendo, Jai, or
                                                        Little­ Tim,
                                                        buri­ed from ******* back too much hillbilly
                                                       ­ ******, while
                                                        col­lege girls sleep in their Sahara beds,
                                                        sav­ing up to buy bouncy trampolines with
                                                        boun­cy cheques,
                                                        ­listening to lullaby coos of pimps and ******
                                                        on­ the downstairs couch,
                                                        ga­zing fawn-eyed at cavediums next to
                                                        nobody cares muffins and syrup-y coffee
                                                        canyoudropmeoff?
                                             ­           outside of the seventh-story window of
                                                        million dollar saloons,
                                                        ­wearing blings and rings,
                                                        purchase­d by wealthy husbands and
                                                        travelin­g yuppies for their wives' veneer,
                                                        eating breakfast cereals that go
                                                        Snap! Crackle! Pop!
                                                        for three square meals,
                                                        re­furbishing plastic containers
                                                        on foot-stained broadloom,
                                                        with cage and cagey roommates,
                                                        throwing life rafts to bloated bodies in
                                                        Great Lakes
                                                        for the price of a debt,
                                                        recalling waffling road trips,
                                                        visiting one-man tents behind billowing
                                                        smokestacks;
                                                        I blew my brains out in an air duct,
                                                        lost my life lifting up heavy floor mattresses,
                                                        climbing out of basement windows,
                                                        while hitch hiking mothers sing karaoke
                                                        nursery rhymes by Janis Joplin,
                                                        20 notes off-key,
                                                        harboring skeletons in stairwells and rusted
                                                        out Grand Ams,
                                                        making friends in Tim Hortons after last call,
                                                        dressed in leprechaun fatigue,
                                                        driving like England at midnight,
                                                        I spoke to a faceless man,
                                                        whom I'll never get a chance to send a
                                                                ­               thank you
                                                       card...
                                                       as for me? I never touched the stuff

but I was too spent to care and was already floating on cheap Chardonnay and authentic vitamin D with my bindle stuffed to the brim so I thought I'd just American Beauty plastic bag my way through this one, cropped in floral, patio sunglasses, swirling and twirling on Ballet Boulevard until
An e.ch-o-y sound in my
left  ear
I turned my head,
slo-mo tracers flashed in warp speed,
        the testa bursts open.
..
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
Luisa
To the Vein
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
Luisa
It's starting to sink in that the years of sobriety she had have now been thrown away with just the push of one syringe.

One shot to the vein to take away all the pain,
but I wish I could carry her burdens.

I'm scared to relive those 3 years of living hell again. I relive it with my brother now & to think that I'll have to worry again about where she is & what she's doing is breaking my heart.

One shot to the vein to take away all the pain,
but the devil keeps knock, knocking.

Will she answer the door once more & spiral down to blackness like before?

My heart is heavy tonight & this pain is bringing on a dark & gloomy cloud overhead.

One slice to the vein to take away all the pain,
but I'm stronger than that.. I can't fall.
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
RSV
Somewhere...
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
RSV
Between reverie and naught
I found You
I could have You, only for this much!
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
Olivia Kent
Sparkling birdsong christens morning, noisy, but not annoying.
Bringing with them a sprinkling of  effervescent light , applauding the day.
An electric spark, chases dying night away.
Reintroduction a brand new day, the prize of life, a fizzing Friday.
(c) LIVVI
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
Candyse
Me
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
Candyse
Me
I am not tall and blond.
Not a model.
I am just me.
I like to eat a lot.
I like to write.
I like music.
I don't act like I am not.
I read, I dream.
My eyes are green.
My hair is red.
I really just like
sleeping in bed.
I am funny,
and smart in my own
way.
I say what I want.
I want to be a
teacher one day.
That is just me, and me is
all I want to be.
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
JayJay
Strong
 Mar 2014 Jai Rho
JayJay
I’ve sat quiet for several years now
I’ve just watched as you pushed me on
I’ve been laughing on the outside
I’ve sat quiet because I’m strong

I don’t complain when you go too far
I don’t care if I’m up till dawn
I don’t stop to take a rest
I don’t complain because I’m strong

I am still here because I don’t give in
I am content because you are wrong
I am not a fool for my beliefs or values
I am still here because I’m strong
If you ever need help, I'm here.
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