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 Aug 2013 M
K Balachandran
the cigarette smell her breath emits
disturbs the delicate orchid,
it refuses her fragrance
using inhibitors,
as a retaliatory
measure.
does this really happen?
I don't think so,
it's only a poetic hope for a *** for tat
 Jul 2013 M
Sal Gelles
Can you move your limbs separately?
Are they pulled by some invisible string?
Do you own your own voice?
Or is it somebody else using it
every chance they can to just sing?

Have you ever felt truly freed?
Were you ever able to think on your own?
Are you the one working every digit,
every finger, every push, and pull
to that person you’ve been trying to phone?

What will you say finally,
Once they pick up on the other end?
Is there any specific reason you’ve called?
Or were you just bored, tired,
and looking for somebody you’d believe was a friend?

Are you free?
Have you freed yourself?
How did you do it?
I’ve tried for years and can’t find the scissors
To cut the strings I’ve tied to myself.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
Anna. Just Anna.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
I don't like when people
Call me 'Ann'.
I like to think that my name is pretty simple
It's just two letters
Set up like a mirror.
A N N A
It shows that you are lazy,
Or trying to
Be too personal
If I'm not worth the extra
syllable.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
I'm sorry.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
I hate when my
Disorders
Are an inconvenience to others.
I'm sick.
And really sick of
”Ruining another night”
Just because I can't hold my **** together.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
Weariness in mania.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
I'm tired of not sleeping
Because I'm busy in my
Mania.
My bones freeze at three
And there's no one who wants
To calm me down.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
When I was little, I taught myself to read
While my dad smoked crack.
My parents beat the **** out of each other,
And my sister tried to
**** me.
My mom was drowning
In debt and *****.
We were lucky if the power was on.
Tess held knives to my throat.
Someone stole the little bit of innocence I had left.
I had to grow up
but I couldn't get away.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
I wish.
 Jun 2013 M
Anna
I wish my breath was anthrax
So I could **** with just the air.
I wish I didn't feel so much,
I wish my mind was bare.
 May 2013 M
RMatheson
How easy my thoughts are lost
in you and simpler still my body pulled
into you held down by the weight
of the earth I’ve filled my pockets
with. I push my way into this welcoming
water’s body. I do not want to go,
but the ocean’s thundering applause
and its frigid love under my toes
sweeps me off my feet
as waking gulls
mourn the triumph of the sea.
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