L Gardener: Favorites

Oct 2012 L Gardener

Megan Grace

I'd love to love you
and hold
your hand.
We could
pick sunflowers and
I'd put them
in your hair
while you made faces
at the sun.
We'd crunch
through orange leaves
and rub red
noses together
to keep
warm.
I'd make you
hot chocolate
and wrap you up
in my heaviest
quilt under the stars,
and in the
morning
we'd find ourselves
wound up
tightly
and so very content.
But only if you'd
let me love you.

Sep 2012 L Gardener

"I don't believe in anything

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Brooke Ashley Crane

"I don't believe in anything

other than chocolate, *** and red wine."

That's what she told me while we lay together
in the smell of our own sweat, ******* on lollipops
and deciding whether or not to shower.

There wasn't much left of the morning,
but we bathed in it anyway.

I watched crystalline juice drip
from the corner of her lips
and down her chin,
where I wanted nothing more
than to lick my own finger
and mop up her mess.

She would have told me
not to ******* touch her,
and I never would again.

And so I left my hands right where they were;
scrubbing my own skin
with mid-day sun
and waiting for hot water
to wash last night clean.

Sep 2012 L Gardener

A man

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Daniel C. Jones

A man

This is a man,
without change.
This is a man,
alone.
No convictions
to sour his soul.

This is a man,
who sees the tide.
This is a man,
Who is outlaw, brigand
and savior.

He walks a path,
no dusty trail.
He makes a call,
just to gamble.

This is a man,
with no hope
This is a man,
amoral.
No God, No Glory,
just alone.

Sep 2012 L Gardener

The Sea, the Star and the Sky

Sep 2012 L Gardener

JW Carter

The Sea, the Star and the Sky

So I swam out into the deep unsure if stumbling in my sleep,
Inept to help the starry sky escape the dawn's predestined reap.
And as the lights fell into dark I saw the sun slip into ocean,
Completely unaware of trends in simple harmonic motion.
I watched it be consumed in daily water-based disaster,
To return spat out at night to glow in shades more like its master.
It then occurred that even though it shone up high like royalty,
The sun was subject, all this time, to answer to the sea.

Sep 2012 L Gardener

" Truly a Rose "

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Eugene Solomon

" Truly a Rose "

You are truly a rose
So gentle and charming,
That I can not forget,
The definition of a rose,
Since flowers are the presentation,
Of beauty which is you,
The only flower,
I have known that I will always cherish,
Not as an object,
But as a true treasure,
Which is to be kept,
In love with feelings,
Which never do fade.

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Soul on fire

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Harshita

Soul on fire

You cannot tell her what to feel,
Before your idols, she won’t kneel
The things she knows, you cannot believe
Her reality, you cannot deny.

Unashamed of her *** appeal
She can’t be restrained,
by chains or locks.
Sticks & stones won’t break her soul.
She’ll always break free
from any box.

Make her angry or make her cry
Accept the risk, that she can fly.

If you can, accept her need
She’ll happily follow, where you lead.
She will love you,deep & long.
If you’ve the courage
to hear her song.

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Paseo Centered

Sep 2012 L Gardener

JL

Paseo Centered

Something in your cell structure compels me
The way your bones form around a soul
Your ribcage are prison bars-
Break free and form new shapes with me
Your long golden wings will carry you from fate
But this body is a prison
Escape. Soar over green seas and sleep in the silver valleys
Find comfort in the distance of stars and moons
A speck of dust in the desert wind
A cell filled with memories
Of driving a blue pontiac down the 107 in 1962
Spilling blood with Napoleon

It depends on your definition of "life"
It depends on chemical reactions
The fire of electrons

Do you believe a great devil or a great king one sculpted your form
And breathed life into your limbs
Firing you- the black arrow of fate- into the winter wind

Sep 2012 L Gardener

The Highway

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Natalie Rae

The Highway

look at the stream of life, the
streaming of consciousness,
each in their own contained,
Untouchable
bubble. their private world, heading
in one direction, toward

One destination.

yet separate, disparate, diverging,
Disassociating. Why is this? as
machines show no recognition, so
too, is the car’s shell aptly
assumed; purposeful, intent, yet is this
humanity?

oh but there is not time to
Stop. to think reflect muse wonder for,
the stream continues, rushing…
flashing… by, in a droop, a mere
flutter,
of the eye. is this an

Escape?

the final great escape? or just
Life
as we know it.

Sep 2012 L Gardener

The end of a story

Sep 2012 L Gardener

Andy Cave

The end of a story

The end is nearing but please don't cry
please don't worry we all have to die.
My time has come, the story must end
you were my lover, my best friend.