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 Sep 2013 Jemimah
Tyler Brooks
Planes roar above,
Cars burn through streets,
Fridges and Heaters hum through
us.

When you’re addicted to
Metal & Concrete,
silence is a privilege.
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
ASB
little things
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
ASB
after all this time, all I really
know about you
is that you put on eyeliner
in remarkably straight lines,
that you drink your coffee
black every other morning,
that you don't like flowers
because they remind you
of how beautiful things
never last long enough.

all I know is the scent of
your perfume and the way
it lingers on my pillow,
the way you cry when films
have happy endings, what
you talk about in your sleep,
how you always read the
newspaper upside down.


ask me if I love you and
I'll tell you "I don't know":
but I know I love those
little things about you.
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
Anderson M
The world does need a people
With hands clasped in prayer
Not clenched in fists.
The opposite is indeed more plausible a scenario
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
brooke
i swear sometimes I
see the sheets breathe
or the carpet shift, and
sometimes I hear singing
at night when my books
tell each other their stories
on the shelf.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
Mattea Marie
The problem with creativity
Is the fantasies my mind
Entice me with
To disguise the reality
That I'm trying to
Ignore
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
Dalton Bauder
a gathering;
parietal.
upon the hill.

where truth beguiled,
and brightened by
the suns of gods;
crucified...

somehow
outshone by
the light of our skin.

where
the dagger rests,
now sleeping
in the flesh;
the blood of martyrs
was not enough
for the black sky
over Golgotha.

oh father,
forgive us
for we know not what
we do.
"parietal" pəˈrīətəl/ -  is a reference to the bones that create the side and roof of the skull (not fully developed at birth in the human body); Skull being a secondary reference to Golgotha, the location of the crucifixion Jesus Christ.

this poem is a heavily allegorical.
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
Emma B
Gravity
 Sep 2013 Jemimah
Emma B
The waves of the ocean
do not compare to the tides in my heart
Gravity is so forceful
that I see stars grow closer
and then slide away
in a fraction
of a heartbeat.
I can move stars closer to my heart
but you stay put.
Perhaps we're from different worlds
different stars.
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