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 Jan 2013 Judy iron
Byongho Lee
Lost Purpose

My reason for doing what I do
Is slowly escaping my very essence
My mission and my reason is fading
But clear with this message:

I am a horse that’s plowed too many fields
A bird gathering food for an empty nest
A lion that cannot hunt and feed its pack
A spider weaving broken webs

A baby that has been born old
A cold sun freezing the stars
A bright man in a forgotten room
That is who we are

Lost Faith

I believed in the holy fervor  
The faith that drove me into the world
Now that faith has rejected me
Like a doll rejected by a young girl

These questions I ask leave my lips:

Who can I trust? Who will take me?
Who can see that I am One who is not whole?
I have lost purpose and now lost faith
Colorful, but still petty, like sliver and gold

Lost Sleep*

Pondering this reality has taken its toll
My eyes grow weary with each breath I take
I exhaust my resource of natural light
All I ask for is a gift; all I ask is a break

With this, I choose no path
That could guide me to find my lost treasures
But that path is right here:

I see it with irises, losing their color
I wait for my exhaustion to overwhelm me and *sigh

I wish to close my eyes and fall into slumber with an end
But my eyes stay awake, waving dreams and hopes goodbye
A three-part poem, you never know what you truely have until you lose it
Another three a.m.
from too many smiles
and aching again to see the green lakes in your eyes
sparkle like white wine
and longing to hear another word sing from your lips
because your voice is like water,
and another just-fifteen-minutes-more
so that I can find the right words to say
and another sincere I-know-what-you-mean
and another one of your thoughts
kissing the ends of my sentences,
and then three more of your I-gotta-go-to-beds
and another shot at keeping you here
and one last goodnight
and I'm so far away
and I love you.

Another three a.m.,
and it's more than
just the miles
keeping us apart.
This poem, in particular, really needs to be read aloud. The pacing is very important. Do not pause at line breaks; pause only at punctuation marks.
 Jan 2013 Judy iron
Johnnie Rae
Sleep eludes me,
so I stay up all night,
and think,

As time passes,
I begin to examine my wrists,
and discover something quite remarkable,

In the places,
where marks from past mistakes once laid,
now only ivory skin remains,

Now, as I wait for the sun to come up,
it hits me,
scars do fade, just over time.
Proudly written at 3 in the morning!
 Jan 2013 Judy iron
Johnnie Rae
What is life? Is there a cause? A meaning of some sort? Do we all just wake up to not know whether we live or die? Because that's what it seems like. Do I even matter? Does my life make an impact, on anyone, anything? Or am I just a waste of space, meant to fade into the background and be another nothing..? Was I ever a something ?
In the past 10 minutes, I've faced the questions I never knew I thought about. The worst part is, I don't have an answer. To any of them. Nor do I know if I ever will. My next question is.. Should I just end it now?
Would it even matter? Would anyone care? Would they even realize that I no longer exist? Did I ever really exist? Was I ever loved? If so, what did I miss? Was I ever truly happy? Because I know Im not now.
All these questions I'm asking, I never knew I thought about. But I know now, that they were always in the back of my mind, just waiting to be triggered. Just waiting to come out.
Was waking up this morning even worth it? Yesterday I was happy, yesterday I wanted to see today, but now, I want nothing. I am nothing. I've always been nothing. Right now, I know I'm alive, but, I'm wondering.. What reason do I have to stay that way?
Written 1.19.13.. At one of my lowest points I've been in, in like, forever. But, my wrists remain clean, and I'm better.
 Jan 2013 Judy iron
Tim Knight
This is a club scene poem, so
imagine classics from the nineties
and fearless girls drinking from beer tins-
this is that night you want to omit
and not remember,
this is every night you’ve had to dance
and not wanted to.*

He dropped his drink
for the red-bra-girl;
she thought it the rain,
but instead it were a wasted
drink down the cigarette drain.

Girls in Jack Daniels
who don’t like whiskey
nor dances,
nor the sting of alcohol
upon their tongue.
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 Jan 2013 Judy iron
Raena Kidd
The feelings I had for you are finally fading
I’m so happy this hurt is ending
I’m moving on
Because my heart is strong
I don’t need you
I don’t want you
You’re finally out of my head
My heart no longer feels dead
I am now finding myself looking at you
I’m so happy, but you don’t even have a clue
You put me through happiness, confusion and hurt
I hope you’re the one who will soon feel like dirt
I hope that girl you like, breaks your heart
And I hope she leaves you in the dark
After that big storm that occurred weeks ago
My heart is mending and it’s not going slow
I hope one day you’ll get to read this
Then you will know what you’ve missed…

By Raena Kidd
 Jan 2013 Judy iron
Saif Shaikh
She smiles at me
Sitting there everyday
If only I knew who she was

She smiles at me
Pale skin bathed in light
Her eyes ask me to stay
If only I knew who she was

Scared to shatter my delusion
Silence holds me there
She smiles at me anyway

Swallow my fear
She sits there wordlessly pleading
Take my hand and look at me
What am I to say?

Another test?
The past wasn't enough?
Dark hair flowing
Her grace undemanding
If only she would stop smiling at me

Close my eyes
Wishing she'd disappear
Close my eyes
Wishing I was nearer

Walk up to her
Her twinkling innocence imploring
Sit by her side and
Whisper

Why do you torment me?
Are you only in my head?
Is your smile the truth
Or just another radiant lie?

She smiles at me
With ruby red lips parted
An image of purity
long thought departed
If only I knew who she was

She gets up with ease
but with a strength unseen
Surely she is salvation
My perfect illusion

Please don't leave
Ive gotten used to you
Grab her hand
Cracks like glass
Grasping at the breeze
I'm sitting alone

She smiles at me
From far beyond
Safe in my minds eye
I know who she is
Finally im free

Open my eyes
And smile

...He smiles at me
Sitting there everyday
If only I knew who he was...
 Jan 2013 Judy iron
oh me oh my
I had
drowned in
those ocean currents
they call eyes.

Slipped away,
not a word outspoken.
Strangled with glacier hands,
fingertips of salt and
thunder cottoning my
eardrums.

You wanted to save me,
but I could not tell you
over the salt eroding
my throat,

that you were the one drowning me.
 Jan 2013 Judy iron
Johnnie Rae
It came in the form of a memory,
Of all the sweet things you've ever said to me,
Keeping me deep within the dream I've been living,

And you know something babydoll?
(Yes, I've decided to call you babydoll, for it satisfies the southern in me)
You're the drug I could never stop taking,
The rule I could never stop breaking,
And the hunger I could never satisfy,
(For I never get enough, you see)

And something else, cutie pie,
That I could never stop telling you,
Is that without you, my heart would stop beating,
It would simply forget to function without your love guiding me,

And something else I can't help but mention,
That you my love, are the sun to my shine,
The words that I make rhyme,
And my only reason left to smile,

Yes you, my dearest darling,
My Prince Charming,
The one who swept me off my feet,
When I was sure I had fallen,
Unable to get up,

For you, my sweethearted lover,
The only one I'd trust talking to my mother,
Without subtle guidance,
You said you wanted a nickname,
So don't take just one,
Take a million, I've got an endless supply to give,
For that is how much you mean to me,

And maybe, just maybe, one day,
When we're old and grey,
Sitting on a park bench feeding birds,
Who carelessly fly away,
Maybe I'll hand you this poem,
And a list of nicknames,

The paper will be yellow and faded,
And crumbled every which way,
And that's how you'll know I've been adding on for decades,
And once in a while I'll ask for it back,
To add on the ones I've thought of as time passed,

And I'll tell you this now, my sweet,
That paper will be filled,
And pages apon pages will be added,
For there are not enough nicknames in the world,
To tell you what you mean to me,
For that, there aren't enough nicknames in the galaxy,

Just like there aren't enough stars in the universe,
To tell you how bright you make my life,
But if you look hard enough,
You may just see it in my eyes,
Past the constant worries of day to day life,

Freddie Mercury once wrote,
"Can anybody find me, somebody to love?"
Well I'll be the one to write,
Hey, I've found somebody, and boy, is he something,
No, scratch that, he's not just something,
He is my everything,
And without him,
I'd be nothing.
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