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 Nov 2014 Jerry
brooke
sleep against my thigh
my skin is made of steel
so you melt the edges
with your breath,
draw figures in the grey
like windows in the cold,
you huff, puff and the frost
is gone, your hands burn
imprints on my waist and
crack my hips that are made
of glass, a fracture line that
carries up my chest, an
earthquake that shifts
through my bones, that
haunts me when you're not
at home, so come home,
come home,

come home.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

dear nobody.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
September
Salvations
 Nov 2014 Jerry
September
You said you used to love writing when we were young
but now you sit here in your sadness
putting God under your tongue—
rubbing those prayers into your gums

I couldn't uphold a job and I couldn't afford gold so
I sold my soul to buy you a chalkboard

and with one hand under tongue
in the same writing from when we were young
chalk on your thumb, you wrote—

Salvation never comes
Salvation never comes
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Srishty Mittal
Wistful eyes.
Words yet  left unsaid.
Ink splatters.
Incomplete poems.
!0W
#love #incessant #wishful  #wistful
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Srishty Mittal
Dancing to the sound
of your heart,
I realised my feet
had not been touching the ground beneath.
For if s/he is the one, you will never have to look back.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Ann Voge
empty
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Ann Voge
I wanted to write down
how I felt but the paper stayed

empty.

and it could not have described
how I was feeling any better.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Redshift
i looked in the mirror today and saw a shape.
not a reflection, a shape
a shape of a body
(my body?)

if my reflection refuses to mimic the actual me
is it
still me?
are those my freckles?
my lips?
my nose?
is she frowning
without me?
can i just no longer feel the muscles in her face twist and contort?





alien

                                        

                     ­                                                image.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Visionary2020
Sometimes there is something called a "beautiful disaster"
That somewhere along the lines this tragic event has a positive outcome
Or this negative energy has a positive affect
Only you have the control to alter it
But only fate has the power to provoke it
You can't chose your fate but you can conquer your dreams
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Sydney Victoria
The Branch Bore A Bud,
It Was A Cocoon Of Life,
Soon It Would Errupt

The Young Leaf Emerged,
In Springtime's Renewed Sunlight,
Taking It's First Breath

The Leaf Grew Each Day,
Side By Side With Other Leaves,
They Would Speak Softly

Rain Would Come And Go,
And The Leaves Would Ask For Sun,
They Would Beg The Sky

The Days Grew Colder,
And Nighttime Consumed The Dawn,
The Sun Gave No Warmth

The Leaves Were Different,
They Were Red, Yellow, And Orange,
Ripened From The Cold

Slowly They Let Go,
One By One They Met The Earth,
Concealing Her Skin

The Leaf Recoils,
It's Flushed Cheeks Now Colorless,
The Branches Are Bare
Thought I'd Try My Luck At A Leaf Poem Because I've Been Seeing So Many That Are Unquestionably Marvelous! How Interesting That The Life Of A Leaf Is So Similar To Our Own.
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