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 Feb 2014 Artemis
Jennifer Day
used out
left hand shaking over the paper
a dripping oh-so-native
to this feeling.

the window is open and the cool night breeze
touches my back as if to say
"i know"
and I glance towards those prescriptions

they sit unassuming
pretty little propped up bottles
traffic-cone orange soldiers
with little white hats.

and the wind says again to me
"i know" and I scowl
because how can she?
how can she know who I am?

the wind whispers late at night
to children like me
children who have lost their way
and play with little orange soldiers.

used out
one hand palm open to the text
the other shivering against the wind-

and a dripping oh-so-native
to this feeling.
 Feb 2014 Artemis
Ravi Hemnani
In this miniature world,
There reside billions of souls,
Each one with a story to be told,
Good, bad, all kind of memories they behold.

Passing through the streets,
It was indeed a beautiful night,
There i saw her under the street lamp,
Wondered what were her story and her purpose at this point of time.

I came close, stood beside her,
With no hint of shyness she arrives,
Called for some money,
Pleasures like never before, she claimed.

Now i could see her hideous display,
Dressed to showcase her body,
She smiled at me, pulling me towards her,
That was the time, I met the queen of the nights.

Puffed a cloud of smoke on my face,
I saw her eyes had a shining blaze,
What i wanted with her was still unclear,
I was there for a purpose but now I cant seem to steer.

From top to bottom, she was different,
Nothing was matching and there was no fear,
I was sure to spend my time with her,
All I could say, "Are you game for the night my dear?"

We made a contract to stay together,
It was for hours and not forever,
Lead me through an alley to the magical door,
We entered a world to which I was unknown before.

There were rooms, rooms and some more i could see,
With the same signs at the door knobs as i could perceive,
"Whatever’s happening behind, we are having a good time"
I was following her to conceal myself from the outer world.

777, I read on the door,
We entered the room and everything was neatly kept,
A perfect decor,
She handed me a bottle of scotch promising me a roller coaster ride through all.

I wondered what number was I for her,
She seemed experienced with the looks, i thought,
She sat besides me till i gulped down the whiskey shot,
And there was the question, "What do you want to do? How do you want to start?"

Blabbering in my head, I was speechless at first,
I wanted to know her rather than starting over,
A fool, a *****, a waste **** has to come to brothel, they might think,
That was me i guess but people said I stink.

Her previous clients had specific demands she said,
Some wanted her to pretend dead till they are done with her,
Some acted as heinous souls and wanted to abuse her,
They all had their needs and she satisfied them for real.

She screamed as per their wish i learnt,
She was willing ***** as it was the part of her curriculum,
Each night, strange men,
All this she did, just to pay the rent.

I told her it was her wish tonight,
She came close and whispered, "You wouldn’t be disappointed Mister!!",
My clothes were off leaving me to be naked for real,
All the jobs were done with great deal of satisfaction.

Her body was a wonderland and I was lost,
Perfect bosoms, perfect shape, everything was perfect i thought,
The clock was ticking and the end was near,
Suddenly inside me was a tangible fear.

Time was up, it was the moment to leave,
She lay there naked, it wasnt a dream,
She asked for a price, I paid, I left,
There were all kind of voices I heard on my way back.

The ****** was high, so were the noises,
Some cried and some happily dealt with it,
So many souls were pushed into becoming the toys for others,
Was there any identity they carried, will they ever be respected?

What some people did it for pleasure, they did it for money,
At the tender age of nuturing, they were loosing,
Why such a disturbing thought after such a great night,
"Will i ever be respected?" were the words inscribed on the wall besides.

I left the door opened as i walked outside,
Under every lamp, the pavement was flooded with them,
They lived there, ate and fought for survival with their might,
They were queen of the nights.

Walking down the lane,
The thought was bubbling like about to burst,
Will i ever come back to satisfy my thirst,
To the place where people come to unleash their monsters.
 Feb 2014 Artemis
BurnedPizza
I am hungry to travel the world
I am thirsty to listen the stories of every single people
I am eager to leave my town and meet new people

I want to fill the empty space of my heart
I want to feed up my souls in good thoughts
I want to make the world go around

I need to watch the daylight
I need to watch the stars on how they shine for me
I need to sleep in an open field to feel the cool wind

*Yes I am ready to do this with my special someone SOMEDAY
 Feb 2014 Artemis
C G Wright
Where to go, where to go?
Through the yellow painted corridors
Contemplating things to come,
                        Or maybe not.
All the dreams of youth are cut short
But still live on in my heart
Beating off rhythm and then on.

Finding reassurance in things that are here,
                        And soon to be gone.
Am I living or just passing through?
In many things I need proof
Although in this I need only truth.

Here I am, here I go,
Passing through to Nevermore.

Acting calm, “All is fine,” I sigh
But in my mind waging war against divine
Red lights flashing to my eyes
                       Then in a blink it’s gone.
I keep it inside, my thoughts it divides
To call me sure would be a lie
Though, to this I will not die.

The billows of apathy surge over me
We have all lived and breathed
                        But how many have seen?
Not many, not too many.
Darkness will blind the eyes
Yet even in the light some need a cane to find their ways.

Here I am, here I go,
                        Passing through to Nevermore.

If I do break these chains what would be next?
Would I sit and wait for signs
                        Or waste away to nothing?
I want out to find my own Emerald City!
I know what I seek and I know defeat
Either would find me with no surprise.

Down the winding path I go
                        Passing through to Nevermore.
 Feb 2014 Artemis
Ashley
dear director,
I seem to have lost my way
do you have anything to help?
a map, or maybe a compass?
I seem to be running off course
plummeting into a state of sadness
& crashing into the feeling of
absolute emptiness
I can't quite explain how I feel
I feel as if I'm here
but at the same time I feel as if
maybe I'm already gone
maybe I already fell into oblivion
& I'm just reliving the moments
up until my final rest
my final sigh in life
all moments seem to gather together
to create that final breath
maybe I'll be content
resting on my death bed
slowly fading until nothing is there
to hold onto anymore
then we just slip
into the darkness
& we never wake
director, what happens after?
a.c.
 Feb 2014 Artemis
Chase Fire
tangled
 Feb 2014 Artemis
Chase Fire
remembering her voice—
the shape of ancient winds
tangled in the canopy
of my mind
I saw waves break on the shores of might
And in the sea came an all-dull, low light,
As the Sun set and brought about the night.
And e'er thing missed which lived in the sea strong,
Could ever be deaf of the dragon's song.
At once I saw the mighty dragon rise!
And to any fright I saw the saw the sea to life,
From the dragon had seen me jump, forthright!
He came for me, simply to take a bite;
So I covered myself in sand from 'round,
Then the dragon began to search around.
He could not find me through my clever guise,
But he then stepped on the sand where I lied;
And with this action, I certainly died.
I've seen the waves break on the shores of might,
And in the sea, came an all-dull, low light,
As the Sun set, and brought back all the night.
-Jonathon R. Weaver-
I'm memorized by you,
I'm drawn in and I never want to leave.
I never am like this.
I normally have the person begging me to open up and give them all,
but with you I want to dissect myself,
and let you read the pages of my soul,
and I wasn't to do the same to you.
It's like I've been taken over by something
I doubted even existed.
 Feb 2014 Artemis
Nicole Dionne
Torn from the barrel
bullet shot from the gun.
High velocity
Impact.
Done.
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