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Oct 2013 MK

Tidbit

Oct 2013 MK

Laurel Elizabeth

Tidbit

Sometimes I mistake you for euphoria,
for as you drip pigment into the colors
of my irises, they can no longer focus
for shaking iridescent mirth.

Oct 2013 MK

Lemon Love

Oct 2013 MK

Laurel Elizabeth

Lemon Love

I love you like the first lemon I tasted
you stormed into my life
                             (like the sour in my face.)

        you changed the expressions I choose to wear too…
but instead of making the grimace-squeeze face of
                            acidic lemon

                                              I tend to be too busy smiling.

Oct 2013 MK

My Ugly Heart

Oct 2013 MK

onetwothree

My Ugly Heart

My heart is wrapped up in gummy wires,
Splayed on the ground like an ugly wound
It is frantic scream, a doe bleeding out
It’s not soft and it’s not easy and it doesn’t
Open up like flowers to the sun
It is dark castle, with secrets planted in
Walls and a torture chamber that calls out
“I promise I’ll hurt you so good”

my heart is not petite and pink-lipped,
it is not coy and delicate, wrapped up
in a beautiful box with a bow on top
my heart has scars
my heart is ragged and filthy
my heart is tired
my heart lies to me

my heart is not easy and refreshing
like a fairytale daydream
my heart is ******
and any poetry in her
is the ugly kind that spawns
like grass through the cracks
of the concrete.

My heart has a warning sign
“do not enter.”
It has a trap door you may fall through
It has electric wires sitting near bathtubs:
My heart will shock you.

But as ugly as she is
She keeps on pumping
Red blood like ******
Shoot up with love
And she’ll lay down her armor
And her scars will kiss yours
And turn them from black
To red to a fertile, nubile green

Oct 2013 MK

my part-time father

Oct 2013 MK

Becca Bruno

my part-time father

let me start from the beginning

you had always been a selfish man
always thought you were right
it always had to go your way
you always got what you wanted

you physically and mentally abusive *******

im old enough now to understand pain
youre the cause of it

you should have abandoned us earlier
it wouldnt have hurt this badly

we want you to come home
we need you
we need help
but you dont care

i dont have a father

i see you once a week if im lucky
even when youre around
it doesnt feel like youre there

i hope you like being alone
because youll never be accepted back into this family
enjoy all of the materials you took from us
i hope they make you happier than we do

dad, you were always wrong
you make stupid and selfish decisions
youre a disappointment
youre a liar

sometimes i miss you
but im mostly angry with you

you found my beautiful mother
you created me
you created my younger brother

you wont see us grow into mature and successful adults
your wife
my lovely mother
has men kissing her feet

so why would we need you anymore
we dont want a part-time father
we dont want you at all

Oct 2013 MK

I don't show her all the poems I write

Oct 2013 MK

Nat Lipstadt

I don't show her all the poems I write

I don't show her all the poems
I write,
Because if I did,
I would be picking up
***** crying tissues
From every room.

I don't show her all the poems
I write,
Because if I did,
My neck would be sore,
My back twisted,
My arms black n blue
Where she alternatively
Hugged me too hard or punched me harder,
For making her sadmadhappy,
Or just one of
all of the above.

I don't show her all the poems
I write,
Because some are meant for her to read,
Après les deluge,
After I'm gone,
Safely but sadly,
Out of her reach,
And the man who always carries
Tissues for her,
Has finally
Run out of stock.

See · Sep 8
Time and Place (To Say Goodbye)
And

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-personal-fav-sweet-someday-a-special-poem-of-goodbye-awaiting-your-arrival/

Oct 2013 MK

#8

Oct 2013 MK

Megan Grace

#8

"I love you"
is stuck
behind my
sternum,
lodged there for so
long now that I'm
afraid the words
may have lost
their
meaning.

Oct 2013 MK

gone fishing

Oct 2013 MK

Anna Louise

gone fishing

This taste in my mouth reminds me too much of the eagerness that would drip out every time I tried to talk to you. My eyes are heavy the way they got that night in the dark, with shadows pressed against them like your fingertips on my body. I have to take a deep breath. I have to breathe in the fall, and the leaves, and the frigid air just to know that I am not there anymore. I just want to close my eyes but they won’t let me see anything but the scars on the inside of my brain that were left there, sliced by fishing hooks. All the remnants of the words you caught me with; hook, line and sinker.

Oct 2013 MK

I Just Can't find the words

Oct 2013 MK

Joshua R Laird

I Just Can't find the words

Now is the time that my words stumble while my mind is elegant and eloquent and the beauty that I see and the cacophony that swims through my ears and tickles my soul while the scent of the divine gift grown and fired by god himself cannot be described fairly by my bumbling dialect, or what I’ve forgotten. And I just can't find the words.
It's there, it’s there in my head dancing and teasing and growing and weaving and begging to be known in more of its glory and sheer dazzle where it deserves to be awed but I just can’t find the words.

And I don't know what to say or how to describe the tears that reflect the beauty of what I see, the magic and majesty of creation from a blind man whose vision is fathoms and miles and years beyond mine but whose truth keeps him in the dark but I just can’t find the words

How do I tell you how a song a simple melody and medley of words and ideas and cadences that blend and swirl and surround and lift my heart to places through and past Heaven? Where my skin tingles and my spirit swells and I care for nothing but the song that has whisked me from that moment’s particular hell and I just can’t find the words.

How do I say that I am broken and weak and humbled complete and still my misery moves my feet
and how my shred of hope and speck of faith each lift a foot one in front of the other towards a Dream that fights me at every moment to be known and while my angel fades more day by day while I lose my way and I just can’t find the words.