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 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Michael Ryan
Kicked out of college.
I can't be successful,
and it's all because I can't succeed.
You say my grades are not good enough for you.
I'm sorry.
That I can't keep up.
You don't give me enough time to understand.
Maybe if you taught me I would.
Maybe if my family had been here before I wouldn't need extra time.
I go to college to be taught,
but all college offered me was the books;
books at a high price.
You say I lack the ability, but it seems like you lack the ability to understand yourself.
Unable to see past the constraints of this rigorous campus,
and see that I'm struggling on the inside more than the outside.
Unable to perceive which way to go, making life decisions can't be that fast.
I love you education, but your bounty is too bold.
Simple minds deprive you of what glory you could hold.
College, simply glance past me as if I'm another person you have tried to educate.
but failed you, where I feel more like college failed us both.
Your unwillingness to see that life is going on,
and mashing people together thinking that we are of one mold.
College you failed, you don't offer diversity, but attempt to hide your singularity.
I'll figure out what's going on inside.
Then I'll teach myself what I need to know.
An institution blinded by their bills.
Can no longer educate.
One day you'll do the same as me,
and open up yours eyes.
I'm on the border of being kicked out of college because of bad grades from my first two semesters, and I am doing poorly in my calculus class this semester.  If my professor doesn't find a way to help me get a passing grade, then I will have to go back home and tell my family about how I failed them and myself.  It's just hard to convince oneself to do work, when you live on the brink of life and death.
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Traci Eklund
he tenderly sips whiskey
as the love creeps away with the light of the day
awakens the night of decay
inches upon inches of white
frosted window seal
the flicker of the lantern
the ****** appeal of a light so warm
reflecting upon aging skin
so fragile and worn
the sheets musky
blue eyes staggered
still praying to god for gift he has yet to reap
still sowing a life, the scars so deep
down the hatch rolls the whiskey
singing songs of sorrow
as he closes his eyes
with his silent breath rises tomorrow...
I feel so useless,
so unappreciated,
over looked by most people.
Its like they dont notice the little things I do or say,
When I scream, no one looks,
Its like im a ghost in this crowded room.
Even when I act out, no one gets angry,
at the words I say.
police brutality.
no humanity.
Its like the weak are left alone but strong never grow.
seeing my reflection in a clear pool,
but not recognizing why I am here.
But when I say out loud im not happy,
all of a sudden im left alone,
but when I smile im flooded by hands
trying to grab on to my soul.
A man may drink, but not get drunk.
He may fight, but he may not loose.
Welcomed back with flowers and screams,
but no one really knows why he is back
and when he says goodnight.
its alright.
because every one thinks that goodnight doesnt mean goodbye
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
DH Matthews
The clock rolls past the 12.
I'll need to be feeling tired soon,
And still, I push back the sleep.

The clock flies past the 1.
I'm still playing the same game of Civ 5,
And still, I push back the sleep.

The clock careens past the 2.
That econ exam tomorrow's real,
And still, I push back the sleep.

The clock ticks past the 3.
I've just now relapsed on tobacco,
And still, I push back the sleep.

The clock runs past the 4.
I've let classes get ahead of me,
And still, I push back the sleep.

The clock quick approaches 5.
I need to sort this **** out,
Alas, I'll get to that after I sleep.

Not sure what'll happen at 6.
So many tasks to be done,
Course, by then I'll be fast asleep.

Before I know it it'll be 12 again.
I can't say whether I'll be awake,
But at least I'll have caught up on sleep.
ad lib and way the **** past anyone's bedtime
Well I for one am happy
The sadness creeps into an abyss
It cannot reach me when I am with you
It will  be forever true
Shakespeare spoke "I have rather loved
and lost than to have never loved at all."
Those are the words embedded in my heart and mind
But I would also rather be in love than despair
And for you have granted me such a courtesy

I even used to doubt my knowledge of love
But I realize it doesn't matter
For love does not know age
and for it does not know mine
So in truth I could know all
As long as I am with someone
Someone who can keep the dark away
And the roses, sunshine and happiness immortal

You've known me for as long as anyone
And we were friends before and now still
One wise old woman told me
that you cannot love what you do not know
And the same goes for hate
In sense you have to know
truly know someone
And how can you know anyone better
than you know your friends

You were there after the first heartbreak
The one that ruined it all
I couldn't bear trying
trying to keep something up like that again
And for a long time I couldn't
Nothing of meaning or note
But that is why I am happy
You were not my first but my second kiss
I couldn't bear to hurt you then
For I was in no shape for a relationship
One so meaningful
With you
So I am entirely thankful that you were and have always been
one of my best friends
I'm not afraid to do the Lord's work.
You say Vengeance was here before,
but i say i was there first.
I'll do my business in the name of the Lord
because its no secret.
If you're not ready to die
best prepare for it and await its coming.
My testimony testifies
longing for your sincere replies

You can always call the police,
call the coroner,
call the sheriff,
call the entire fearless hood.
I put my fears in my holster,
smoke the cold breeze
win the ladies with two knees
and stand tall like the street lights.

I know the pleasure
in a man's strength.
Heaven comes down
like a cold rain.
There would be no shelter for the weak-hearted.
No place you can go.

Put all your hands and fists in wild cheer,
someone put a tall ring amongst us,
caging us both.
I'm a vigilante,
you're a wanted man
and everybody knows

Traces of The Whip
at my back.
Its deep, dark and long
because i have a history
The sun shone
My head struck
My mind fuzzy,
The searing heat.
Alas!
Reminiscencing can be such a wierd mental journey.
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Betty
This air has gotten far too thick to breathe.
My lungs can’t bear another deep sigh,
So I’ll hold on tight til this smokey oxygen clears
From my once loved, decaying town.
Selfishness, self interest, self deprecation.
It’s all you or it’s no one.
My atmosphere is everyone else’s lives,
Tangled up in it so much
I start to believe it’s mine.
But it’s not, and I won’t accept contentment.
It has not served me well.
It does not work out fine.
What they bring? It’s not what I need.
A fresh start on a sandy beach,
How cliché, you always were,
But this heavy air is bringing me down.
I’ve memorized every dying face in this ghost town.
Put me on the next plane with you
To that contrived peace of mind.
Your wanderlust inspires; I’ll follow you to unknown.
I’d rather not know where I was going
Or where I’d end up
Then face the faceless narcissists without you.
How much can I say I love you
how many tears have I shed for you
please let me leave now
back into your kind arms

I don't want to see this through
please understand I love you
I want to leave my Lord
I want to be back into your kind arms

Take me now my sweet Lord
for I am so dislocated
I need you so very bad
I want your kind arms around me

My faith for you
my blood for you
please let me end this
and come back into your kind arms

I will always be misunderstood
a crazy fool from the hood
I would finish myself if I could
just to be back into your kind arms


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Axiana
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 Nov 2013 Psylocke
Axiana
Even the butterflies are jealous
Of the beauty of your inner soul
From suppression into self expression
Somewhere far within, you are pulled
Deep beneath, the earths surface folds
Let it fall away, just dip your toes
Forget every thing you have ever known
And remember to breathe
Because this is it, sweetest starseed
You are old
One in a million I was once told
You are free of time's elusive hold
Water the flower you are and grow
Let your petals explode
Be free of their hold
Intuitive crystalline child
This volcanic eruption was foretold
Let your aura shine on for miles
This moment uninterrupted, behold
When an indigo remembers her smile
The entire universe is finally home
And will make this world worth your while
As you save it from the cold
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