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 Feb 2014 Nemo
Chloe
I'm told that I should dream so brightly

Light bound blades and angel swords

Care not to close my eye too tightly 

So long as it's right side of war.



But I can't sleep with lights so singing

Torture methods loved by good

When bright roots down my words mid-winging

My walking tiptoes turn to wood.



Let me go where winter follows

Play with wisp-lights in the dark

Friends with larks and darker swallows

Bending trees to leave my mark.



A candle lit midsummer night

Burns stronger come the Yuletide snow

Mirrors lie more than lover's sight

March's Ides won't blind me so.



So let me taint my wings with ashes

Chip my sword with ****** smiles

Wear my words in tattered sashes

Beat a path towards every mile



You color with a paper paste

Richer blends don't fit your mold

Now isn't that just such a waste?

You've lost your palette to the cold.
 Jan 2014 Nemo
Miranda Renea
Being alone has never
Hindered the beauty
Of a sunset over a meadow,
Visible by standing in the tree-line
On top of a gently rolling hill.

Or life.

And so I live.
Alone, yet married
To the aesthetics of one eye,
Instead of two.
 Oct 2013 Nemo
softcomponent
if i meant nothing to you the w
indows are not my friends and
the wind hits me my response i
s always 'ow! so who was i to
begin with? broken, disgusted
with this man made tragedy c
alled * l i f e * and who was i to
begin with? holden caulfield or
dead, perhaps, or said as you s
peak of me in past tense and i
speak of you with tenseness of
the neuron you are always smi
ling in my mind and you are al
ways smiling for someone else a
nd you never cry for me and as y
ou fade in the physical you becom
e the ghost inside of me haunting
every waking moment and dream
s. and dreams, for godsakes, drea
ms. i was never your other half bu
t you were mine - and i am looking o
utwards for solutions because the insi
de has been lampooned scorched eart
h history no longer eats me alive, you
are not dead - but you are not alive i
nside my head - you simply gaze and
smile and i know that smile is not for
me - he thrusts his throbbing **** ba
ck inside and you forget me with ever
y heaving breath and every successful
****** - i map the categories of a boo
kstore and the crevasses of my mind on
ly to find you with every corner turned
and every door i open.
i, the collapse
 Oct 2013 Nemo
Daniel Magner
Eternal
 Oct 2013 Nemo
Daniel Magner
I cling
to words
for fear
that my body
could
disappear
Daniel Magner 2013
 Sep 2013 Nemo
poetic justice
Why do I have to be sorry for your decisions?
You chose this, you knew what could happen.
You were so naive, so proud of what could be glory
Baloney!
What the **** are you fighting for? Peace?
Not gonna happen. This is money driven, death driven.
Nothing I stand for.
Don't involve me in your regret or sadness.
I didnt ship you off to war.
 Aug 2013 Nemo
blankpoems
I miss you like sadness.
I used to wrap around myself like some lovelorn python
with a desire for suicide blondes.
Called yourself a wrecking ball, but you had no choice.
Maybe you wanted to caress my house softly without destruction.
Maybe you cried afterwards like a lost child on a mountain of doubt.
Full of maybes! You make me full of maybes!
I was taught as a child that maybe was just a watered down no.
Stop watering the truth down, I'm not your flower.
I'm a ****.
And I'll just continue to grow until I can't fit in anything except for my own grave.

You make me want to go to church.
I was baptised once, I forget as what.
I honestly don't even know what religion is,
but I can religiously blacken my lungs with nicotine and lies.
Lie with me.
Caress my sins.

My body is world war three,
I have nuclear bombs in the dips of my collarbones
and every single freckle you used to compare to the galaxies
are bullet holes.
Save your prose for someone who gives a ****.

Pull the blinds baby, we don't need light in here.
Did you know that with three minutes of asphyxiation you become brain dead?
Let's try it baby, suicide pact?
Let's dance with the dead darling.
You always said the devil was our best friend.

My tarot cards turned black when you turned them over.
You said that I was hard to read.
I had trouble reading anything except the bell jar.
And now it's my turn to ring it.

You're prettier with a necklace made of fingers.
I want to collect your energy in a mason jar and sell it at a garage sale.
I want to smash it in the middle of a highway and lay in a ditch until the wolves eat my body.
I want to be lost.
Lose me baby.
I'll lose myself in your lies.
Lie with me.
I just want to be held.
The light fell through the window shades,
one sliver right between those amber eyes,
and it struck me how little I know of you.

How little I know of anyone.

Every day it feels like there is a new way to hide
from the world.  What are we all so scared of?
Intimate touches are minimized by the fear of
being left alone, and with no one taking leaps of faith
we've ended up with our feet weighted to the ground.
Cemented by our inability to push past indecision,
solidified by our lack of communication.

Your eyes may be bottomless, but that shouldn't
stop me from diving in. If I should drown in your
subconscious, I would revel in my lungs collapsing.
Once again, unable to think of a title. Sigh.
 Jun 2013 Nemo
Alyssa Margaret
She’s clumsy and moody,
thrown into a tantrum at the slightest annoyance.
But the annoyances are simple, childish,
a protective sister, times tables, chores.
She is outspoken and demanding,
there is no hesitation in her voice,
no doubt.
She has not yet questioned her world,
an effervescent world.
She is shielded from it,
allowed to live in a state of ignorance,
allowing her heart to languish in trust.
But I know what she does not know.
I know that she will grow up,
become cracked and hardened by reality.
I know her heart will ache,
and trust will become more intangible as years pass.
Doubt will cloud her voice,
and fear will lower her head.
Because no heart leaves this world pure.
Because reality leaves no one unscathed.
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