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Jul 2013 Leonard Green

One Day.

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Elise

One Day.

One day I want to
come home with a message of
your voice on my phone.

'Hey hi, you. I am
coming to see you tonight.
Leave a light on please.'

I will go grocery
shopping while I wait for you
while you're on the train.

I'll buy all of your
favorites. I will make you
dinner on your walk.

When you reach my door,
I will open it before
you can even knock.

I will pull you in,
embracing you lovingly
in my waiting arms.

My apartment will
quickly fill with the heavy
scent of your warm skin.

You will look around
and see the dinner set out
for you. A slow smile.

We haven't said a
word yet. We haven't needed
to. Silence is bliss.

Your eyes supply words
enough. Those looks you give me
are most genuine.

We dine. We drink. We
love. Your hand pulls mine across
the table, so warm.

Not just warm. No. Wait.
Electric. That's what it is.
Our touch. Electric.

That's all we really
ever needed. Each other.
But it took so long.

One day you will see
that. You will see you were blind.
You needed time though.

But now I have you.
You are mine. We are safe now.
Forever. *One day.

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Growing up playing with petite cell phone beauties

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

K Balachandran

Growing up playing with petite cell phone beauties

Phones, shapely, laughing beauties of yore,
once patiently rested in cradles , what elegance!
waiting for the prince to come, give a kiss
break the spell, remove the curse!
Gone are the days of pampered babies,
no cradles for phones anymore,
cell phones, the petite beauties we all care for now,
are born grown up.

The baby in the cradle now
sobs demanding the slimmest of cellphones,
once able to lay hands on it
the games continue till the eyes droop .
Cradles get vacant now too soon
the petite phone rings with out
any rest day and night.

Phones of new generation, need no cradles anymore,
and the touch screen babies of present day too leave cradles soon.

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Exorcism

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Christopher Robin Knorr

Exorcism

There's a monster

           that's made my dreams

                               into her haunt.

She's spilling into days where I wonder;

                                     How does a creature like you exist?

You are

              unreal.

I mean, the way you toss your head to the side

                                                     whenever you say something contrary

                                                                                                          plagues me.

Following me like some gorgeous features that wont let me go

and a smile

that fills me with holes

opening me up

in ways I'm terrified to show

but what tugs at me worse

are all the ways this ghost could be known

I knew thunder that rolled off

                          electric lips

                                                every time

                                    pink

                      lighting

                                      bolts

                                               mo

                                                   ve

Speaking unafraid                                    she's free in that way

a kind of free that                                      makes liberty ashamed

and me calmly sm                                    ile while my insides are

gawking wide open                                down the middle with

clucking of a single coo                        coo clock keeping time

in this game of chicken I've           made out of looking

                                                you
                                           in the eyes.

                  Shaky hands swerve yet hope to collide

                                                                      sweet demon

                                                      rattle me no more

                                           come closer

                               hold me still

                   show me how

a ghost can be felt.

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Thirty Times a Day

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Morgan

Thirty Times a Day

I stood in front of the mirror until four in the morning. I counted the imperfections in my face, multiplied them by ten & called it the imperfections in my head.

I wrote to you until eight in the morning. Counted every "I'm sorry" scratched in red pen on white pages, multiplied them by ten & called it the guilt scratched into the blue of my veins.

*I listened to your album until two in the afternoon. Counted every mention of her eyes, multiplied them by ten & called it suicide.

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Waging Seas

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

Leira

Waging Seas

We never meant for this to happen
For it to go so far
Malicious and heart wrenching
Are our corrupted memories
Your face pops in and out
I try unceasingly
To rid of it
Push every thought of you out of my mind
But no matter what I do
To busy myself
Distract myself
You come back
Your gorgeous eyes memorized
Every speck of gold
Every eyelash
Every in take of breath
Captivated in stolen moments of nonsense
You stir these feelings inside me….
Breaking me open
This bridge on opposite ends
Meant to be cut, severed
Never to be crossed
Never to be mended
You have her; I have him
Enough
Because every time we meet
You ignite, against every fiber of my being, a fire inside me
Burning deep
Waiting to be put out
Turned to ice, turned to hate
But you stand so close sometimes
A bittersweet longing
In those non-existent touches
Out of your grasp
Dangerously poisoning
Are our little games
We try to ignore those locked gazes
Those outreached hands
Those distorted thoughts
That we become lost in
Because you take it so freely
All of it, every last bit
In one bite
In one moment in time
Taking what was always yours to begin with
Coping with the loss of my being
The blood loss
The mind aching regiment of your face
Of your eyes
Of that smile that makes my day
Diabolical are we
Caught in our own web
Randomly weaved
When will it end?
This heartache
Tell me
I entreat
Tell me, please
When will it end?
This thing
Say when
Say now
My knees are about to give out
When will it end?
These memories
These stolen moments
These horrible mistakes
Tell me, please
I beg you
Because I’m about to give up
I need you ….........to tell me
Please
Put me out of my misery
Tell me how long I have to wait
Tell me it needs to end right now
So late
Tell me, love, tell me
When will it end?
Say it
Please, say it
Say now
Say it ends now

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

all is lost

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

a m a n d a

all is lost

(grow a pair)

a battle rages
                                 (a war as old as humanity)

enemies most terrible
                life against life

life unveiled
    sharp
       raw
burdensome
(battle is difficult)
your unveiling is your
very freedom
     your truth
    your armor

yet it leaves you
n a k e d
               unguarded
o p e n to strike
             and enemy attack
you bleed
        so easily
you see
      so far into the future
     you *feel
all things with such intensity

-

veiled life
metallic shine
        glints off your armor
you cannot be so
easily struck...so easily bled
                    but your senses are dulled

reason can be ignored
         sight can be blurred
and life can be lived in
a state of numb
satisfaction

-

i am of the unveiled
since my beginning
and to my end

yet battles rage on
despite my feeling
that i can't *possibly
                   get any closer to the edge
that my brain can't handle
anymore notions of this world.

but what keeps rising to my throat
and threatening to sting my eyes
is this

what i want to know of this universe i cannot know.
my most deeply held wishes are impossible.
my desires matter to no one but myself.
whatever i love will be taken from me.
everyone i love will be taken from me.
i can be taken from myself.

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

partly cloudy

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

paige

partly cloudy

today a dark cloud
hung over your head;
I could see it written
all over your face

instantly my skies turned grey
as your overcast spread
and I wished that my empathy
alone could take it away

but that stubborn cloud
would not leave you,
as my heart ached
for your sunshine

and that terrifies me.
that your sadness
means partly cloudy
for my forecast

i don't want my
mood to mirror
yours, but it's
impossible when the
highlight of my day
is hidden behind
pursed lips and
furrowed eyebrows

I can only pray
for clear skies
tomorrow, my dear
or I, too, shall
dwell in the darkness
with you

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

My eyes are dead

Jul 2013 Leonard Green

December

My eyes are dead

My eyes are dead
But you can't see that
For they are misted
By the things you wish to see
By the things others wish to see

I understand now, how insomnia plays its tricks
******* the life out of my eyes
Drained
Leaving only hollow sockets of nothingness

My eyes are dead
For they don't even have the strength to force out tears anymore
Reddened
And perhaps
All that they're strong enough for right now
Is to pretend they're still alive

My eyes are dead
And you couldn't see that
But maybe
Just maybe
The pools of shadow resting under them
Gave it away