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 Oct 2018 Alec
Grace Conde
I exist
on the border
between Reality,
and the Imaginary.

I breathe in belligerent Black,
and Withering whites.
I am incapable of grays,
a gradient of gruesome Grief.

I dance on the Border,
exhaling exuberant fragility,
my border is made of glass.

And I rise from the ashes,
a Byproduct of the
bridges I've burned.
Craving soothing touch,
Yet silently seeking
Incriminating Isolation,
Addicted to my own destruction.

A shattered soul dutifully
Dances on the Border,
Held captive by her sins.
Trapped between Good
and Bad. Happiness
and Heartbreak. Lost
and Found. Death
and Resurrection.

Born on the Border, a
Simple Figment of
Immoral Imagination.
 Sep 2018 Alec
Ambiguous Frizz
i have
so many
demons
in me
that i
continue to
live with
& tame
every
single
day
 Sep 2018 Alec
Thera Lance
She is a star wrapped up in human form,
Unknown to herself
Unseen by those around her.

A cell dividing into itself, pulled her in
Around it,
Then, through it as it divided around her white light.

Growing up, nothing is remembered.
She may run too fast,
Sometimes sing in voices only trees can hear,
But human she is to herself.

What would it be like,
You think?
To be made of starlight,
To reach out hands in mother’s garden
Teasing brown and broken to green,
To walk barefoot on snow
Or searing blacktop and laugh softly.

Somehow, no one sees the angel inside the girl,
The one with hair of autumn leaves
And eyes of river blue.
 Sep 2018 Alec
Nikka Arabestani
Do not let him,

or her,

become a house for you

that isn’t home.

-n.a
 Sep 2018 Alec
Anya
Hidden
 Sep 2018 Alec
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 Sep 2018 Alec
Aa Harvey
For your benefit.


Another rat inside a cage;
An experiment gone wrong.
So set me free, or **** your slave,
Or please just let me go.


I have my rage locked in a cage,
It’s ready to explode.
My teeth are razors and my claws are sharp,
My blood is running cold.


It’s scary here, they smell your fear,
They like to cause you pain.
It’s all so dark, I cry, I hurt;
Things will always be this way.


Entrapped by them to do as they wish.
My needs are ignored; I am unable to think,
Or do anything you take for granted.
Here they come again, time for another scraping.


Another patch where they took my skin.
Just chopped it off; did they think about me?
When they cut us up and then wait for us to die.
Give us exercise in a maze, then pour acid in our eyes.


Oh that smells nice.  It’s a new perfume.
I’m choking, I’m blind; what the Hell are you doing?
Experimenting?  I’m just a little mouse.
They chopped off my tail to make me less immense.


I’m too fat for them, so they starve me in my cage.
There are hundreds of us here; we know we won’t be saved.
We’re just to be used to help the human race.
So goodbye to life and happiness; come burn me once again.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
 Sep 2018 Alec
Aa Harvey
My Everything.


Your eyes are your soul,
Your secrets they hide.
I’m lying here dreaming,
That you are my wife.


I’m wondering why,
The tears must be cried.
For us to accept that,
We are lovers for life.


Can we not just agree, that you love me,
As much as I love you?
Can we agree to disagree?
I’d really like us to.


In fact I’d like us to wed,
I’d like to live with you until I am dead
And gone; but not forgotten,
A love like this must not be allowed to go rotten.


I’d like to say you’re beautiful,
But that is not enough.
I’d like to say I love you,
But that doesn’t do this feeling justice.
So instead I’ll simply say how I see it,
My love, my lover, my life, my everything.


You to me are beautiful, ****, gorgeous,
Fantastic in bed and all together worth it.
Passionate and hot, with a ***** mind.
Amazing to touch, but heartbreaking if I were blind.


For I could no longer look you in the eyes,
I could never see between your beautiful thighs.
I would never see your beautiful face,
But if I could still hold you, then anything I could take.


For hugging you is heavenly.
Kissing you is divine.
Lying in bed next to you is what I’ve waited for all my life.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
 Sep 2018 Alec
Sarah Spencer
I cannot lie.

I think of you
before I fall asleep
where in my mind you still creep
I think of you
where the happiest moments lay
underneath warm afternoon rays
I think of you
even through the sea of bottles,
a facade on full throttle
I think of you
when I try to restore
and move on with the boy next door

and I can only cry.
thnx for reading!
 Sep 2018 Alec
Mary Frances
Afraid
 Sep 2018 Alec
Mary Frances
I am afraid.
Afraid that the lightning
will strike me;
that I couldn't bear to listen
to its thunder.
Afraid that no matter how hard
I try to protect myself,
I'll still end up hurting.
 Sep 2018 Alec
Valsa George
After years of aimless wanderings
Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels
And the fevered journey in metro rails,
I am back at the land of my people.

Wherever I went,
Under which ever roof I slept,
I had carried my land,
As a jewel in a casket
And ensured it rested safe
Ever under my pillow

As I moved with aliens
Unable to merge with their cultural mores,
I saw my land glimmer in darkness
Like a dew drop on a moon blanched leaf

When I sweated in the blistering sands
A patch of green landscape, like an oasis
Wafted me in a cool embrace
Then dreams poured in like star light
And I wandered in the meadows of my youthful love
My heart struggling to forget old longings
And memories lashing upon me like tidal waves

Pursued by that inalienable shadow
Suddenly being born in flesh and blood
I hastened to the streets of my youth
With hopes galore and plans vivid

But alas! There is none to recognize me
Oh! I am a stranger here
An unwelcome stranger among total strangers
Now I wonder which is truly my land?
The one left behind or the one just landed in?

Oscillating between these two worlds,
My fractured identity looms large
With worms of memories wriggling in my flesh
And a myth suddenly dying in my brain
I am glad to share with my friends here that this poem- My Fractured Identity- is prescribed for the 10th Grade students-English for Junior High School- entitled Voyagers, in the country of Philippines. The exciting thing is that my poem appears among the writings of eminent men like James Joyce, Rudyard Kipling, Shelley, Virginia Woolf, Jules Verne, Jean Jacques Rousseau and the like. I feel it a great honor !!
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