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Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Third Eye Aesthetic (Haiku)

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

James Fields

Third Eye Aesthetic (Haiku)

Third eye aesthetic:
Two mirrors face each other,
Guarding the lamp-post.

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

bass

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Megan Hundley

bass

sometimes when my head is by
                                                                                                                               your heart- it drops like the bass in a steamy club
                                                                                                                                                                     steady. smooth. rhythmic.
                                                                                                                                                                         makes me want to dance
                                                                                                                                                                                           the night away

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

when a woman loves a man

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Helen

when a woman loves a man

she doesn't
         deny it
    she simply
         becomes
        all she can

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

"Oh yeah, we can edit that out at the end."

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

JL

"Oh yeah, we can edit that out at the end."

I never knew tonight
Was the last cigarette in the pack
I never learned which way your hands went
and why
Or if your car would have made it to D.C
without dying
But I remember
How cold your hands were
And how it was raining
And how you looked like an actress
caught
in a
simulated
rainstorm
and the fan would blow your hair
and the water buckets poured
And Johnny offscreen
Banging aluminum sheets together for thunder
a cigarette hangs from his lips
a flashbulb for some lightning
Your umbrella opens up
beneath your make up running
My chest began to squeeze
Between your wet hair falling
I couldn't hold it back any longer

I love you

......and cut

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Needless

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Kirsten Martin

Needless

You waited for the storm to pass
By sitting in your room.
What did you see?

An empty dresser with empty drawers
Open to a cluttered mind.

Then, the calm waters boiled over,
and spilled onto your floor.
Drop by drop, the crack of your door
Gave way to an ocean.

You stared at the legs of your end table,
And watched them drown.

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Save Point

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Kirsten Martin

Save Point

You cornered me between the book case and the wall,
And whispered something like...
"Wordstastebestfollowedbyakiss."
I thought the same thing about cigarettes.
About Georgia, about falling.

.... And then I thought about the jammed arm on the record player.
And if the dog needed to go for a walk.
And how I really don't want to clean the bathroom at work.
Or any bathroom, ever, really.

Thought after thought came and left my mind...
And now I only think about going back.

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Everything I Forget

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Neva Flores Varga Smith

Everything I Forget

Each time you turn and walk away
I find myself searching
for the sunny days
I know
once ran through my veins.
Until I wish
I could dip my fingers
into the places
where your teeth bit into my heart
once again.

I think of all those conversations
where I believed
that every shadow
lying on the floor
made our lives exciting.
Like an ocean of wine
one drinks within a dream
full of memories,
capturing all
we have been fighting.

Reality seems to lie inside
everything I forget
about loving you
when it blends inside my heart
then hides.
And I can't tell
what is black or white
each time you walk away
and leave me feeling
only........
gray inside.

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

A River

Feb 2012 Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Mark Lecuona

A River

Am I a river?
I was
But now I am a lake
Because of the dam
The dam of life
The dam I hate
The dam I cannot defeat
I see my stream
But I cannot rise above the dam
So I sit
And I wait
And I exist
But I do not live
But as I am slowly released
Part of me has become you
For I too am a stream
Yet you want a river
And now I look for a river too