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Dec 2013 Jillyan Adams

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I used to know every soft crack in her hand
and how I loved coating each one
with the skin from mine.
I would rest on her warmth
and think about how I never wanted to leave that vacation.

As the suns turned to moons, summer turned to winter
and winter couldn’t look back.

It dried her skin and calloused mine.
I would reach for her hand but
it gripped like a stranger with a hidden agenda.

Winter eventually turned back to summer but
summer was someone else.

I’m with a new hand now
who’s soft cracks attempt to fill my gaps. But
instead of giving her my skin,
I leave sand in between us
from last year’s vacation I never wanted to leave.

#love #sad #melancholic #breakup #seasons #missing #simple #vacation #notoveryou

Dec 2013 Jillyan Adams

I Wonder?

Dec 2013 Jillyan Adams

Bogle

I Wonder?

after years of hurt,
and my attempt to help you,
could someone else come along and save you,
in just a couple of months.

I was scared,
that once you were made better,
you would perhaps want me,
but no longer need me.

I was just going to be,
an added bonus in life,
I wasn't going to be,
'worth living for.'

So here I am,
do you care for me,
as much as I care for you?
I'm confused.

Are you actually better?
how come you seem to have less issue,
with being away form me,
but I'm sick and tired without you?

I also wonder,
weather you'll come back to me,
having become,
A new animal of nightmare.

A foul creature,
of smoke,
metal,
and ink.

with a burning temper,
and a tail of sin,
is that what I would wait,
three years to see.

Is my future,
A holiday from me?
It seems you would willingly go,
without a thought.

However I would,
throw away useless goals,
just so I could spend time,
gazing at the wonder of you.

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

Again, as expected

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

miso

Again, as expected

Time and space unidentifiable
Afloat midair—hands and feet
Reasons and instincts, a hazy distance
Focus.

Stumbling awkwardly—a dull thud—all faults are revealed
On one ankle, a societal ***** tightens
Calloused by sharp emotions, numbed on hardened skin

I, on show behind the glass case—but that isn't me
All the truths became fiction, therefore I became a lie
Cake this mind of mine with makeup, don't let the sadness smear
A whirlpool, a hollow core, conflicted once again
At this point—although overdue:
Can this muddy rock still become the promised pearl?

A lurking presence of my fading self
In an unknown place, out of reach
There's the brutal wind, crashing-
Stumbling again, trampling in dust

Did the colours just fade?
My vision has never been this grey
That vibrant self of mine, where has it gone-
Is it gone

"Without conditions you must struggle,"
Those people aren't my enemies, don't misunderstand
There simply was nobody by my side
Walking this place alone so no one could hurt me—backfired

The world looks so noisy from the outside
Better readjust that person of mine
So I can at least fall asleep some day, even if by accident
To recover from this senseless jetlag of emotions
Traveled within the strict space of a room

I'll breathe it well—the last cold gush of air
To those creatures who coexisted within me
Have you all been well?

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

The Taste

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

Tommy K

The Taste

The taste of the ripeness
as it trickles through my soul
I learn and I gain
as I became whole.
I know now of my transgressions
I covered up my shame
as God wondered
and called out my name.
when I was found
I was shameful, sad, and in vain
God gave me life
the mark of sin is in my name.

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

A Love of the Old

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

Elizabeth Novak

A Love of the Old

What couple danced to this records gay tune?
Who enjoyed this story long a go told?
Two things never stop giving pleasure, they never die
A well told tale, igniting our imagination.
A tune of beautiful composition, evoking emotion.

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

Why I Write pt. 2

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

Jonathan Fernandez

Why I Write pt. 2

A lonely boy, writing in a cell,
Introverted silence, trapped in mental hell,
Surprised he isn't mad yet, his soul is very brave,
Sooner or later, probably sooner, he will cave.
The weight of the world on his shoulders is too heavy,
Though he tries to keep it calm, it's hard to keep it steady,
He teeters on the borderline of sane and going crazy,
To think of just how strong his bright mind is, is quite amazing.
But the answer's clear, he's sane cuz of the pen,
Though used to being solitary, poetry's his friend.
Often lost in thought, and always deep in writing.
Cutting through the hearts of readers, it is kind of frightening.
His art is beautiful, what this young kid does with synonyms,
Because he realizes poetry makes dreaming limitless.

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

Pitch Black

Nov 2013 Jillyan Adams

Allen Wilbert

Pitch Black

Pitch Black

Total darkness enters the night,
no more moon or sun shinning bright.
Shadows looming overhead,
welcome to the land of the dead.
This isn't heaven, isn't hell.
but this is a place, you will soon know well.
Feeling alone and out of place,
memories of living will slowly erase.
Eyes turn black, body gets pale,
feeling blind and can't read braille.
Millions of others walking around,
can't see them, but can hear the sound.
All the souls have long escaped,
curtains of life have now draped.
Not knowing how long this will last,
don't know the future, can't remember the past.
No one to help along the way,
even if there was, what would they say.
Tough to live in the land of the lost,
everyone is getting their salad tossed.
Judgement day has finally come,
suddenly body is turning numb.
Ten long years living in darkness,
no more fear and being heartless.
Now that this has become to an end,
body now on a rapid descend.
Now in a place filled with fire,
this is the place where all bodies retire.