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 Oct 2013 rachel
Coyote
A bowl

Just a bowl

Empty but for a rotting pear
and the core of a once green
apple

The shadows pass over this table
as the setting sun drifts into
the abyss of an Autumn sky

Darkness now

The bowl all but vanishing
in the solitude of a moonless
transgression

The bottle

Oh yes, the bottle

I can see it's outline
in the forgotten drag
of the day's last cigarette

Amber solace to sooth
a tortured mind and numb
a jaded soul

Until morning...
Goodnight I say to you.
As darker thoughts to disclose.
As our intentions do juxtapose.

To face my tears
With but a brave smile.
Words never so hostile.
To a mind which works in pairs.

Of myself and you.
This is yet true.
We were just a lie.
In such a torrent we are just a sigh.

Cast upon the breeze.
Left to chance with such ease.
How can love live so free?
Ponder this without the you with me.

Fears may fall,
Just as pain, to raise another wall.
Break them back down for old times sake.
Now there's more at stake.

Show me you learned.
Something from every bridge you burned.
Justify every little lie.
Teach me why I cry.

Tears to shed in vain,
Shed over you?
The one thing, I cannot attain.
Tell me, what would you do?

When one most adored,
Simply just gets bored?
When the same words once spoken
Leave you shattered, broken...
 Oct 2013 rachel
marina
i wish my generation would stop
romanticizing misery; if he only loves you
because you are sad, then what will happen
when he's the only one to make you happy

(are you prepared to watch him walk away
for another girl reading bukowski?)
please don't think your sadness is the only thing about you that is beautiful
As we wade into the drought
A hazy tide with hands of art
Soaking up peace
Graffiti kissing the walls
Craving normal folk
Whiskey oak spins your hemisphere
As we follow a gypsy road
The compass is weak and unsure
I stand on the brittle edge
With aspirations in my pocket
With a road of flowers and uncertainty ahead
But we sing folk music for the young
We savor the sound
Were full of heart and vitality
We get torn and misshaped
But we continue to dream about unity anyway
My inner hippie.
 Oct 2013 rachel
Kasey
Beauty is whispered after silence
In emptiness.
I am beautiful
Tonight I don't remember why,
I will never remember why.
Haunted by memories of times I was tamed.
Beauty is wild and free.
Tender and grotesque.
Regrets when you stop holding my hand.
Whispered in a busy crowd.
baby
I'm sorry. Beauty is not this.
Out of breath, out of sleep, tender mangling of love letters
Unrehearsed tango of the lips in the dark.
I will love you forever.
Will never stop trying.
And your silence is beautiful.
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