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There is a boy walking, maybe ten or eleven,
a skateboard under one arm,
his shirt branded with
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
And I wonder, what did she say?
Did she say she liked his tricks
or his ratty sweatshirt?
Did he blush,
swishing his hair in response,
exuding confidence and cockiness, in the mean time remembering his mother,
calling out to him before he left the house.
Did she say “Son,
don’t forget your helmet!”
Even though he was already gone—
Or was she really a he,
who sat him down a few months ago and said
he’d be gone for awhile
that he’d see him soon—
it’s been six months—
and maybe, when the boy heard this, he ran out.
And maybe when he gets older maybe he will run out more often,
to hang out with those who are deemed to be
“the wrong crowd”
and he will be drunk and high,
stumbling under the streets,
above the lights,
hearing-but-not-hearing everything that she is telling him.
She is telling him the secrets of the universe.
Written in imitation of Matthew Dickman's style, mostly by way of hinge points. Feedback is great :)
Oblivion
A whisper in the dark
A shout in to the noise
A fear of the one who catches my eye

Unextraordinary is all I see
In the mirror in front of me
A breath I cannot take
An imperfection in every wake

Perfection is not the word for me
Neither is infinity
With uncertainty as my life
Why bother to bring in light?

But the more I hide in the dark
The more you come with a fire
Like a grenade I shall explode
I shall destroy

As water fills me up
I drown those around me
I shall not bring you down
Not with me into this depth

After my darkness you still fight with a light
Giving me hope and giving me life
A chance to live a dream that is not yours
To make me believe in infinity as a choice

In the sky I feel my hope
Away from here do I feel a prize
With you who carries such a great light
I feel alive

Feeling our connection grow
I see your imperfections show
Like I am you and you are me
In that there is immortality

But then your light turns to gray
I feel the ache of the pain
With every cell lighting up
With no one to make it stop

The feeling of our infinity going astray
I can't help but remember and pray
I thought you were the only light
But now you have given me a life

One to cherish with all my might
I can't thank you enough for your time
For even in a short time
Have you given me a life time

I know the stars don't favor our love
But you cannot choose to ignore it
You cannot choose if you get hurt in this world
But you do have a say in who hurts you
 May 2014 Patricia Tsouros
Zia
All I need is pen and paper
To calm  myself,
Let all my emotions out

I let the words flow out freely
As I shut myself from the world,
From the inevitable reality

I never found any means of escape
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide

So stuck in paranoia
Until I found poetry
Finally, an escape from reality

Since then, I felt more alive
More free
Happier than I'll ever be

I'm glad to have found this route-
Every poet's sweet escape.
I'm here to do some splaining
Bout the latest sensation
To grab hold the giblets
And rock the nation

It's been round for years
In case you didn't know
The sweetest of treats
The sweet potato

You've heard them tell
You can't judge a book by its cover
The outside is ugly as hell
With innerds like no other

So open one up
Scoop out its guts
You can bake em, fry em, pie em
Even pancake em up

Seems there's nothing that
This sweetness can't do
So line them up boys
For some sweet tater stew

Really didn't mean
To go off on a rampant
Of the sweet potatoes
Overtake of the planet

But you must admit
It's the best of both worlds
It's sweet and it's potato
Who could ask for anything more
She was calling
I could hear it
She was so close
I could taste her breathe
Visualize her smell
My senses were tangling
Her form was breath taking
Her grasp on me was
Of another nature
I was of her making
Her lips were pale
The feel of them left me
Mesmerize
In another dimension
A slave
Working the manors  
Of her body
No
It wasn’t rational
It was somewhat
Inefficient
She required more
Desired more  
Treasured
Cherished
She couldn’t get enough of me
I was her craving
To her
Oxygen was irrelevant
I
Me
I was her
Everything
But yet
She was always livid
Moving with relentless emotion
Every time she danced
I felt a swipe of wind
Tear my face
Length to length
A smile made a path
But
I wasn’t happy with this
This
What I’d become
I was furious
I wish I could have said no
But she
Her presence removed all illness
Unwillingly she was the puppeteer master
I was made of wood and had to be held
Up
By her hands
She held the strings to my existence
I had let her cress me
Make me into the one she wanted
I let her do as she so pleased
But even that
That
Was no good
I had given up just
When she
She had given all
I was thru
She had just began  
I guess two opposites really do attract
I couldn’t get enough
Enough of her touch
Her smell
I tried telling myself I was done
With her
With these lies
These games we play
But I just couldn’t get enough
As much as I hate to admit it
I loved her
With everything in me
I loved her
You see that “loved”
Past tense
Cause at some point I
I worked up the courage to say no
Ended those unpleasing nights
I grew tired of it all and finally said no
I wasn’t hers and she wasn’t mine
I was simply the fool she toyed with
At night, of course
But
Somewhere
Something
Inside I missed her
And it grew and grew with great force
Until I wasn’t there anymore
There was none of me left to miss her
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