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Sep 2013 phocks

Danielle Frederick

This is about the girl who fell in love with the moon.
Resting against the cold glass window at night
To get a glimpse of the light on the side she laid eyes on
And wondered about the darkness she would never get to see.
This is about the girl who fell in love with the stars.
Watching them sparkle and shoot across the sky.
She shed a tear knowing these stars were long diminished
And wondered if she as well would leave such a lasting mark.
This is about the girl who fell in love with the rain.
Falling fast asleep to the quiet drops on the pavement
With colors forming through the heavy mist,
And wondered if she could ever be as beautiful as a rainbow.
This is about the girl who fell in love with the ocean.
Sinking her toes in the sand while breathing the salty air,
Noticing the fish swimming easily through the blue water
And wondered if she could glide through life the same way.
This is about the girl who fell in love with the sun.
Lying in the swaying grass, feeling a soft breeze on her cheeks
Only to be shaded by the birds flying free under the light
And she wondered if she could one day be as free.
This is about the girl who fell in love with solitude.
Curled up with the dusty pages of her favorite book
Reading of the lover’s who share their lives together,
And wondered if one day she might share her solitude.
This is about the girl who fell in love with you.
With the way your body wrapped around hers,
How you could command a room with the warmth of your smile
And she wondered if one day she could call you hers.
This is about the girl who fell in love with too many things.
Realizing none of them would ever be hers,
Knowing she had no one to share them with.
And she wondered if she would always feel so alone.

Sep 2013 phocks

pitter

Sep 2013 phocks

michelle reicks

pitter

the rain

makes me want to sit silently

and listen
to all of the everything that the earth has given me

and i can't really comprehend it
which is why,
probably
the rain makes me so sad

Sep 2013 phocks

the mother's sacrifice

Sep 2013 phocks

Cadence Musick

the mother's sacrifice

the woman laid her stomach
over the child's soft downy head
as a shield
as armor
to protect such soft innocence
from the grainy world that creeps in
with it's gnarled fingers.
the same world that took
the warm fragile beating
of her heart
and sloooooooowed
it
to
a
dull whisper

Sep 2013 phocks

Filling the empty spaces

Sep 2013 phocks

Aila Natasha

Filling the empty spaces

They turn me inside out again
blank pages flutter to the floor
They have to shake me
in order to free the few pages
that I held dear
they were stuck to my hands and caught on my heart
"Why won't you let these go?"
they ask
"They are just empty pages"
I let the ink fall from my eyes
"You can't fill something up if it isn't first empty"

Sep 2013 phocks

Beauty

Sep 2013 phocks

Abraham Cowley

Beauty

after the Anacreontea

Liberal Nature did dispence
To all things Arms for their defence;
And some she arms with sin’ewy force,
And some with swiftness in the course;
Some with hard Hoofs, or forked claws,
And some with Horns, or tusked jaws.
And some with Scales, and some with Wings,
And some with Teeth, and some with Stings.
Wisdom to Man she did afford,
Wisdom for Shield, and Wit for Sword.
What to beauteous Woman-kind,
What Arms, what Armour has she’assigne’d?
Beauty is both; for with the Faire
What Arms, what Armour can compare?
What Steel, what Gold, or Diamond,
More Impassible is found?
And yet what Flame, what Lightning ere
So great an Active force did bear?
They are all weapon, and they dart
Like Porcupines from every part.
Who can, alas, their strength express,
Arm’d when they themselves undress,
Cap a pe with Nakedness?

May 2013 phocks

you.

May 2013 phocks

Katie Wanner

you.

you.
you who i've known for years.
nine to be exact.
you.
are the only one who makes my heart tighten.
i don't think it will ever go away.
i don't think i ever want it to go away.
you.
here's to another nine.
that don't make sense.

Aug 2012 phocks

Eden

Aug 2012 phocks

Andy Cave

Eden

The wind it whispers to the creatures and trees
telling of a place filled with wonderous joy.
A place where all can live as one
not a single creature better than the rest.
This place of beauty, of grace, of pure tranquility
no fear, no sorrow, no pain, or anger.
A place where everyone and everything is welcome
this place has no true name
but is known by most as Eden.

Jun 2012 phocks

Great Expectations

Jun 2012 phocks

Aila Natasha

Great Expectations

I have developed
an utterly unfortunate habit
of caring too much
for people who don't
care too much for me
they don't understand
the way that I care
and that I can't help
but care way too much
A simple hello
would suffice