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 Sep 2013 L Gardener
Karishma Rao
On a night like this
with murmer of prayer,
the nightbird stoked in me a tremor
so slight in degree i didn't dare
open an eye to the dream
unfolding before me under
blackness ever so unkind.
 Sep 2013 L Gardener
Mollie B
My tongue is severed
Cut up.
Taking down all the pictures of the people we used to be;
Pictures of people I’m not even sure I remember.
Skin prickling.
Tear it off.
I tried to pick the clothes from my
floor
But I picked up the phone for about the thousandth time.
Voicemail.
You’re letting me waste your time
And by the way you’re living,
I’m sure you don’t have but
About a pint left.
And I’m knocking on all the doors
And no one is answering or at least
The ones that do frighten me.
I can’t ask them for their sugar,
Or even find my voice
I think I lost it somewhere between
Does he still love me and
Goodnight.
Too bad the ones that always appear welcoming
Have sharp claws rather than
Soft underbellies.
Sometimes when I’m cold they offer
Places to nestle inside of them
But instead of comfort
They maim me with their
Dry-ice smirks.
It’s always the ones who
Think they know what it’s like to be told
I’d rather sleep than talk to you.
i picked some magic mushrooms to see what they would do
i started of with one then tried quite a few
suddenly my mind it began to space
then i started seeing things as my heart began to race
i saw lots of creatures as funny as can be
i even saw an elephant try to climb a tree
then i saw a fairy she began to dance
followed by a clown wearing funny pants
my mind was in spin going round and round
seeing all these things that my mind had found
when my head had cleared everything was still
i never saw those things again perhaps i never will
 Sep 2013 L Gardener
Im a Friend
Hey friend I'm back, I need a new backpack
How are you today, I'm sick
I don't know much what to say, I need more money
I started this again, to talk to you secretly as my friend
I tend to do this, but I'm not even good at this,
I'm to lame to talk to you normal, nor formal but ill talk to you for sure tho, So how have you been not so good as I see, .....................sorry i had to take a ***, I remember doing this a lot, I guess ill give it another shot, but I sure want a lolly pop,
or a pop ****, but for start this is me first gay poem, and i want you to read this cause I know you'd appreciate it.
Breathe in
Gasping, grasping
Breathe in
Wide eyes, tear tracks
Breathe in
Too tight, too light
Breathe in
Shaking, quaking
Breathe in
Darkness, drowning
Breathe in
Night, sight
Breathe in
Calm, soft, quiet
Breathe out
 Sep 2013 L Gardener
No Name
Hello, little fish,
swimming through my brain
smooth and simple, playing,
splashing the water,
rainbow of color
I understand you completely.
You aren't what i expected,
but boy, do I like you here.

I'm sorry I forgot to feed you on Sunday.
 Sep 2013 L Gardener
Jake McKowen
Can't write- words won't come.
Why did I leave? Why can't I go?
Where?

Can't quit- brain won't stop.
I gave it up. I ****** it up.
Why?

Just leave- go away now.
It was too good. Just wasn't too real.
What?

Don't know- can't describe it.
Just a feeling. It hurts so good.
How?

Like pins- sharp, tiny ones.
Poking here, there. Pricking everywhere.
Oh.
© Jake McKowen, 2010
 Aug 2013 L Gardener
Laniatus
like
a rocking blanket
               of stars
against the night
               loving
lapping quietly
               under canopy
of warm lunar skin.

then,
in the glimpse
              of Autumn
through the small window
              our bodies
lightly wrapped, yawning
in the sun's early flesh,

we lie
in a deep smiling shyness
of our first morning.
 Aug 2013 L Gardener
Ian Cairns
Darkness creeps in
A reminder to us all
Not everything shimmers in sunlight
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