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my eyes turn from a greeny brown
         to bright emerald
when i'm sad or angry
                                          you laughed
true my eyes change colour...
if your arms were a destination
             i'd fly to it
if your lips were the sky
        i'd bask in it
if your hair was sea ****
                i'd get lost in it
if your eyes were the trees
     i'd live in them
if your heart was an ocean
           i'd die in it
it's hard to know            
what's real                      
in a world so fake
it thinks it's real
fake seems to be the new "real"
if this makes sense to anyone I'd be surprised, it doesn't really make sense to me
we write about numbers,

yet neither of us

remember 21.



we could use correspondence

cards, sold in packs of 6,

with a little logo at the top.



we email, she is norther now.

yesterday went quietly,

we walked to arthur’s stone, saw the wren,

then, came back again.

sbm
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
Ottar
One is alive the other is dead
First one's the lie,
the other was not heard,
don't go to F State,
don't let your kids out at night
     unless they can outrun a bullet.

you know
you are
in a bad
way when
that       happens.

So a jury of his, fears
the truth, because
a lie was told,
an investigation botched,
what else could six people do,
you might want to rethink that law
or orange state might pitch and yaw,
to get through
this, imbalanced scales, lifted high
while peeking from behind the fold
with one eye,

but have her ears gone deaf,
then every voice rise to speak,
because one voice was not heard.

cold-heart
Ice Just In
twisted inside out and backwards,
you might figure it out.

No, no, no, no, no, no
social justice
can fix
Ice Just In,
I don't want to do this
and stay polite,
wrong is wrong,
who stood for the others' rights?

Fortune is already there,
fame and a book tour,
no time to spare, oh
don't look for blessings
       ya'll were messing
with one of God's innocents.

don't you just hate it when one
person can make a whole state
look bad?  And don't call him a patriot.
From a place that is an aggregate,
                    how can this happen?

This just so complicated,
really the systems are implicated,
so many walk away brushing
the dust off their clothes, like
here was a waste of time.
I guess I could have been more figurative
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
Megan Grace
The other
night I was
                                        greedy
              ­                          selfish
                               ­         muddled
and I didn't know
how to say
                                       "I need you
                                        wrapped
             ­                           around me
                                        because I've
                                        been having
                                        trouble sleeping
                                        without you."
in a way that
wasn't desperate.
But desperate is
                                        what I was
                                        what I am
                                        what I will be.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
raðljóst
and i saw faces before me
blurred out of recognition, coming closer
their bodies exposed, bearing only skin
blue-grey and hanging off their bones.
tell me that's another nightmare
tell me that it's the first time, then.
lost wives and sons and daughters,
a single man giving up his home.
sometimes the pain is shared between us,
spread out to those unknown.
i've felt their aches and known their hopes,
without knowing why.
i have bad dreams and write with my eyes closed.
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