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 Mar 2013 Kaleb
Magdalynn OLeary
Namaste
The divine in me
recognizes the
divine
in you

the part of me
that ashes her
handrolled cigarette
all down her top
on accident

who wears someone
else's black rimmed
plastic glasses

they're the wrong perscription
but there's no reason
the world shoudn't
appear a little blurry

hearts are farther away
than they may seem

behind the thin
layer of skin
and tissue

the fragile
birdcage frames
that protect them

If I were a zombie
I'd eat hearts instead
of brains

that way I'd know
what it was to taste love

I've had enough of people's
thoughts and opinions

I wanna taste the ache
for a change

and ingest the chambers
that held all your exs
and family
your friends

the divine in me
eats the divine in you
 Mar 2013 Kaleb
Brandon Barnett
THEM
 Mar 2013 Kaleb
Brandon Barnett
jealousy
it's forced regrets are ****** me
it steals the songs from lullaby's
it steals all rest from sleep at night
it's eating me one tooth filled grin at a time
it hates with hate filled lover’s crimes
I'm cringing sick I can't escape the wreck
the squeezing grip it has around my neck
I'm losing hope with every painful breath
there's no sign of it's end in length or breadth
it beats, it brawls, it scars, it darkens the sun
I use to think that I was the only one
until all that jealousy stole
it's consuming me whole

what happened to the hope filled light
in my bright eyes that could see through any fight
now I'm lost in every one of her wrongs
where has all of me gone?
consumed by her consummation with lies

I miss my bright eyes


jealousy
pondering where she could be
imagining my wide imaginations worst
thinking of her affections with a choking thirst
who has her hand and where she wears those skirts
who can get close with lines and flirts
fearing all a man can fear alone
fearing down into aching bones
this is a war I cant win filled with brimstone and spite
it keeps me wondering and wandering the streets at night
it steals the light from two bright eyes
the ephemeral boys' once beautiful view of life
I think of all the things my new outlook holds
jealousy is consuming me whole

surprised by her consummation with all of the lies
I miss my bright eyes
 Mar 2013 Kaleb
Christina Jackson
It could take a lifetime
to realize what it is
we've come here for
It could take a lifetime
until you come knockin at my door
It okay cause' I know
what I'm looking for
I thought I found you
once. But you slipped
right through my fingers
and I couldn't see you
anymore. Who knows.
It could take a lifetime
So please come find me
I don' know where you are
Maybe I'm blinded, but
I couldn't be sure.
Who really knows,
anything anymore?
One thing I do know
for sure. Is that I'll
find you, in this crazy
mixed up world.
I'd just like to tell you
please don't give up,
I'll be there soon.

© 2013 Christina Jackson
 Feb 2013 Kaleb
Liam Dierl
A tear is shed
For those who are blind to the beauty of this world
Who can only feast on sarcasm, writhing in irony
        *It soon evaporates.
Pictures of a future dressed in ribbons and lace, cast off and burned
Pictures of the future carrying disdainful dystopia, infamous for invalids
Hung to admire in sublime distaste by those that seek knowledge
And see the repetitious antiquities of time that come to pass
        But others care not for plans and the imminent
Those that keep to the light of the gas
And carry the past to the present
Hoping for trends to try again, reliving what they had never lived
Laconic and loquacious in emotions and words
Against the gossip, but paradoxically
Pushing for the creation of their “ritualistic social Golgotha”.
Those who abuse the glory of their munificent, malicious mentality
Pathetically unable to procure authentic happiness
       A tear is shed.
Inside the recesses of the soul where emotions dare not dwell.
       It too evaporates.
Trapped in fear and the “cliched harlequin speech of suicide”
Begging for the masses to cast them out and find each other
       A tear is shed.
Never seen but felt as it evaporates.
Felt by those who envelop themselves inside themselves
Those who plagiarize their sick self-conscious souls
Those who bring about the very misfortune they strive to devour
Those who are effortlessly envied as they exploit their habitual recreations
       By those who wouldn’t dream of falsified euphoria
Those who bastardise and deface the name of creative individualism
As waters of the soul are purged and discarded
       They are felt by those
And are quickly washed away in doubt and regret
Keeping to the light of the gas, dangerous and warm
Obvious nod to Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" through the words of a whinier teenager from 3 years ago who got it stuck in his head and retrospectively highly dislikes the above poem's diction/syntax but feels obligated to post it for his freshman self's sake.
 Feb 2013 Kaleb
John Velasco
This beating heart is an ironic cage
Nestled in skins so fragile when brave
Knowing no limits with magic so tall
I trip on illusions and catastrophically fall
Yet I'll continue to hope, she's a wonderful star
Though never to catch her, she's simply too far
True, heaven's the limit and vast is the sky
But it's simply too foolish to think I can fly
The dream will live on, perhaps she'll fall from her place
And I'll be ready to catch her, with some charm and some grace
So I'll wait from a galaxy in a mysterious cave
And keep making adventures so ironic when brave.
 Feb 2013 Kaleb
Victoria Jean
The most comfortable and easiest relationship
I have ever had is with my own self-loathing.
It’s almost natural at this point to expect failures.
The whispered criticisms rise in my mind,
A crescendo of hatred and mutiny,
Quieted only by the sound of my door opening.
Soft footsteps shuffle across the carpet and ***** clothes
Stepping over unfinished homework
And an unraveling purple blanket made of yarn.
The din in my mind reminding me of faults,
Failures, stupid conversations I have had,
And every insecurity my subconscious can think of,
Stops completely as I feel the bed dip beneath your weight.
I wait, as still as I can be, for the feel of your hand on my hair,
Brushing it back, out of my eyes with a smile.
 Feb 2013 Kaleb
Jillyan Adams
An arm hung across the rubble,
draped like a broken swan neck,
decorated by intricate patterns of blood and dust.

I couldn't have known who the arm belonged to, but in that moment
I was sick
to my stomach
with devastating surety.

Those were the fingers that had twined through mine in gestures of
love and
desperation,
painted my arms
in strokes of comfort, and of loneliness.

The palm that had confidently gripped a weapon,
and had carried groceries
into the house.
Palms that had pressed hopelessly against rain-washed glass and
gently
against tearstained cheeks.
Those palms that willingly cradled my uneasy heart.

And the arm.
The arms that stretched into
the sparkling star-strewn sky,
the grey and
pouring rain,
the sun-baked air rippling in waves across that embrace.  
Arms that had wrapped around a struggling body
with grim purpose and
aching heart,
softly beneath a wiggling puppy and its
pink kisses,
easily against the warmth of my breakable ribs.

I saw the broken swan and I felt something heavy,
maybe my heart,
slip from limp fingers and
break
into glittering shards
decorated by intricate patterns of blood and dust.
 Feb 2013 Kaleb
Anon C
A dream envisioned each night at rest
so surreal it has now become a nightmare
when knowing dreams are painted pictures lost in time
fantasy whispers of another life
letting go never wishing to awaken
dawn discovers another heartbreak
sacrificial ideals let the empowered rip away these thoughts
slowly drifting away seeing a never ending cycle
I am a gear in a machine
when broken lather the oil, suppress the pain
forget when I dream
and dawn breaks way to another blood stained day
 Feb 2013 Kaleb
Anon C
Passion coursing throughout my veins like fire
the one piece the dots will never connect
exemplified by the one, the one exception
in any given situation
the flame would still cut like jagged steel
a reminder that there can be only one
even if never touched, always that piece will be taken
if only an image could be yanked through a mirror
tortured pain
will never refrain, never go away
until then
tears never cease when you are yourself, The Devil
 Feb 2013 Kaleb
shiloh
It is not written

That I should feel the guilt I'm feeling in
This murmur nearly constant when
My mind is always reeling and
My heart is never silent, absent

Why forget your fathers and
Why forsake your husbands?
He never told the truth, of course
He said he does — He doesn't
Were you meant to judge the world?
Forgive me, but I wasn't

I let lying dogs keep lying so
My ridicule is harmless, dormant
I don't care for biased advice nor
Ask you if I should, shouldn't
You believe I'm foolish and
I've never truly been a woman, for
I am not so sensible: to
Bear the grace the title warrants

But you are able-bodied and have
Done the things I haven't, couldn't
Touch the path of purity with
No mind for this violent torrent
Work your way along my spine and
Hurl me toward a boiling tangent
Pride will leave me battered while
I scream at you with mad abandon
Yes! he lied about it all —Don't
You think I know he doesn't?
You were born to get it right
Forgive me, but I wasn't
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