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 Nov 2012 L Smida
Caitlin Drew
You'll love her with all your skin, tongue and lungs.
The way that the air is just so much more crisp whenever she's in proximity to your hands.
It turns the scattered dust in the atmosphere into magnifying glasses
Aimed directly at her
Spotlighting everything you wish you could put into words but can't
Because she's just too ******* unbelievable
That even if you tried, you would offend yourself and the gods with how little it compares to
The love she makes you feel in reality.

You would do everything for her.
Hold her until your bones start to crack
So that she'll understand just what you mean
When you tell her that you'll never let her go.
But she still doesn't get it.
She'll never understand that when you tell her that you want nothing more
Than to let your dust be her dust, her words to be in your cheeks
Her nose to be your daughters nose
You mean that you want nothing more than to keep her forever.

But you never will.
Because you never stood a chance.
You thought that by giving your whole self over to her she would offer you the same respect.
That's not how this world works.
It never was.
These valiant efforts of yours are now dubbed selfish and inconsiderate by others
For not taking her feelings into account.
Because she doesn't know what true love is.
She never felt the need to have you near.
For her daughters smile to be your smile.
For your hands to cradle her head when she's sad.
To let you talk for hours without listening to a single ******* word you're saying,
Because she's lost in the sound of your voice.

Because she doesn't know how to accept anything she isn't willing to give.
 Nov 2012 L Smida
RylieLynn
Breath in breath out. Sad that I have to remind myself.
Only when I'm looking at you.
You turn your head and I look away, instantly regretting words that I cannot say.
The thoughts when I wake up,and lay down my tired head, are always the same ones- thoughts of words I never said.                                                            ­                            
Being with you'd be driving a sin parade.
Being without you gets more painful every single day.                                                             ­                                                             
Liv­ing like this is killing me so quickly, often I wonder, when will I ever sleep?              
Why does my happiness seem so out of reach?
When I'm not around you, my tears fall endlessly.                                                       ­                                                         
Thoughts of you knowing frighten me in my dreams.
I know all about you, oh and it kills me...
My best friend Randi actually wrote this but I can relate, she's sooo good (:
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Lily Pandera
I drink
by myself tonight.
Wish you were here.
Watching documentaries
Facts go through my ears.
Of big fish eating smaller ones
and things I've never seen.
Bright colors with translucency
and odd-looking things.
I want to tell you,
want to say...
But it takes more to text
so I go about my day.
A hilarious ballet
of eels before my eyes.
I laugh
and notice I'm alone
...not to my surprise.
I love to watch
and while I write
I sit absorbing and I listen.
Information pouring in
amazement at things I'm missin'.
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Lily Pandera
My pen is getting inky.
Leaving stains here and there.
Not yet on my page.
––only fingers.

Hello, little pen. Why
are you marking me?

"I want to add." it says,
"--to leave
myself on what I see.
Just shows you mean something to me."

"Oh." I reply. "Well I had
no idea. But what to tell others
when they see you on me?"

"What's to tell?"
My little pen laughed.
"I marked you like
I do a page.
Will you try to make it last?"
He thought.
"Either wash it off
or decide that it's fine.
I'll still remember
that I'm yours
and you're mine.
Others may wonder,
but what do you care?
Be happy you're a writer.
Get what you want out there."
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Lily Pandera
I don't know
on a daily basis
with whom you cohort.
Unless you feel
like telling me.
But you're not so much
the sharing sort.

This poem,
it's not about you.
It isn't. Really.
Not about us or
our relationship either.
No, no that'd just
be silly.

This poem is about privacy
In general I guess.
But how it relates
to us of course
–We need our space-
(I know I want it)
...I'm just wishing
you'd need yours less.

---
Yes, you see,
I know it seems selfish
I get it  
I get it
I just can't help it.
So see things
from my point of view
It's much suckier for me
to be without you.

Double standards aren't nice
when I'm on the wrong end
But when it works out for me...
Well I think you see the trend.

So I don't know,
enjoy your show,
your favorite cable show.
I'll just try to stop thinking
(and let's not forget
you were drinking)
I can ignore it maybe
if I just
get my mind to slow.

But no,
the lingering,
not-solved unease
creeps in
like an invading disease.
You can make it go away.
If I ask the right question?
Just take your privacy away, please
And let's be over this section.
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Lily Pandera
I don't know why
he laughs so much.
No one said anything
funny.
He doesn't want to talk
about the War.
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Ben
kanade
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Ben
my clumsy angel
lead me through this path
to retribution
with theses trembling hands
we grasp at empty air
and float on wings
made of frost and porcelain
high above the worries
of this mortal coil
and pass from one world
to the next in the blink
of an eye the glimmer
of a shadow that transitions
from one moment to the next
in the river of time
how long must i hold
my breath in anticipation
of a clash of wills
that leads to nothing but
the spread of and infectious
emotion
drift in the breeze
that smells like summer's grass
and cut to the heart
like a piece of glass
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Silent Zee
Dancing
 Nov 2012 L Smida
Silent Zee
Like two candles at a romantic dinner,
let us dance forever.
We do not know when
our wicks will end.
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