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 Aug 2014 furies
L
You don't have to read what I write, dear friend.
Whether it be about religious beliefs or mental illness or physical love,
a poet writes about what they feel...
Sometimes, those writings can get very personal.
But who are you to tell a poet "No, you can't write about that"?

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Leigh
 Aug 2014 furies
L
I can't let myself think about you anymore
Or your hands
Or where you put your hands
Or the way it felt when you put your hands on me
Or the gentle sighs I exhaled because it felt so good
Oops
I'm thinking about how it felt
And That's Not Allowed
I can't think about that day at the amusement park
Or us getting lost
Or why we got lost
Because I put the map in my back pocket
And told you if you wanted it you had to get it
I can't think about the photo booth there
Or the reason it took us twenty minutes to take one picture
Such a bad picture of such a good day
Oops
I'm thinking about it again
And That's Not Allowed
I can't think about the car ride home
I can't think about when we stopped for dinner and your parents went inside to order
We stayed in the car
I can't think about that
I can't think about the countless movies we pretended to watch while our eyes were too busy getting lost in the moment
Or how it felt to have your lips pressed against my neck
The stubble on your chin tickled in a good way
Your neck tasted good
I hope mine did
I can't think about you telling me to be careful
Don't leave a mark
And me ignoring you
I wanted to leave a mark
I wanted a piece of myself with you
I can't think about the long hugs when your hands wandered down from my waist to my hips
And sometimes (every time) even farther
Or the way you pulled me closer
And closer
And c l o s e r
Until I could feel you
Really feel you
For the first time
I can't think about the first time I fell asleep on you
You were explaining the origin of your last name
Your stupid last name that I thought would be mine someday
Oops
I'm thinking about it
And That's Not Allowed
I remember where I was sitting when you told me you liked me
I remember what I was wearing when you said I was your favorite
I remember it
But I'm not allowed to think about it
I can't think about the way you smelled--
Like sweat and febreeze and something spicy I could never place
Or how soft your hair was
Or how rough your hands were
Or how I got lost in your eyes
Those big brown eyes
I loved them
But ******* I can't think about them
That's Not Allowed
I can't think about your voice
It was my favorite lullaby
Or the goofy side your never let anyone see
Anyone except me
Why me
Why did you need to break me?
I miss you
I love you
But I can't think about you anymore
That's Not Allowed.
I'm in need of a sunshine holiday
a break from the unending rain
that makes the sidewalks slippery
because I often find myself slipping
and falling
even though I try so hard
to catch myself
I've never had balance in my life
so I guess it makes sense
to pick myself back up again
because that's easier than trying to stop yourself
in the first place
mistakes can be recovered from
and if you never fall prey
to bad decisions
how do you ever expect to learn
You know what you want deep down
there are just too many thoughts
clouding your vision
and you end up stumbling
over your choices
falling
into a state of discontented confusion
desperately grasping
at threads of coherent plans
it's all so overwhelming
when it's shoved inside your head
but if you have to write out a list
of pros and cons
it's probably not really what you wanted
anyway
 Aug 2014 furies
TrAceY
you vandalized my body
with consent I offered
skin as canvas
my damaged heart
your muse

will I be remembered
as your worst creation
the strokes of bold colors
hiding the statement
you needed to convey

a truth so heavy

will the critics see me
as your worst creation
without knowing
how carefully you painted
every scar
 Aug 2014 furies
jai
A pocket full of stars
A jar full of dreams
Your love's not what it seems
Like stars it is enticing
From a far
Twinkling
But up close
Its a supernova
Quickly burning out
Collapsing into a black hole
******* my love into eternal darkness
But that was your plan all along wasn't it
You are siren
And my weakness was you
But I still hold onto my jar of dreams
And I still reach into my pocket of stars
Even in darkness
I can still shine
 Aug 2014 furies
Joseph Schneider
Through the darkest seed
Through the light split by blood and greed
They desire that which is forbidden
Yet persevere disregarding being forgiven
It's in disgust as infestations reap its greatness
Holding broken memories we soak in weakness
It's in these crown of thorns we rest in what we believe
Yet voiced with transparent lungs we grieve
We try to fight the silence but no one is listening
Screaming our emotions translates to whispering
As we bury their hope in the ground gasping their final last breath
We except their fate
Their destiny
Their death.
Even after death we feel their words resonate
As they breach the great white gate.
They are never forgotten, they are always loved
Looking down on us from above

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

For all those who lost loved ones without warning.
 Aug 2014 furies
Mohd Arshad
Pencils
 Aug 2014 furies
Mohd Arshad
inside a big beautiful box,
pencils held a meeting.

one of them spoke
in a voice, so strong,

"they peel our skin away,
they peel our skin away."

then expressed its wrath
another one from behind,

"time for rebellion,
time to sntach our freedom."

an old one, with wrinkles on its face
and on the verge of its last days said,

"my children, my sons!
nothing change is possible in nature.

if it were so,
the ants will sit on the throne,

and the tigers in the iron cages
and we in the pockets of the great."
 Aug 2014 furies
Sjr1000
The dawn was no longer coming
The earth was no longer spinning
The horizon frozen.
We had moved into the deep chill
of our lives
The deep chill of our love.
Stone cold granite silence
Dancing around each other in
slow motion rotation
eyes like arrows
eyes like mirrors
words silent daggers
breath like icicles
held and panting,
volcanic eruptions seething
beneath the surface,
choreographed
hurt and rage
posing
feigning
covering up,
boiling blood
in
this frozen silence

civil, constrained, polite.

We turned around
walked away again,
alone
again,
with nothing changed
and
nothing said.
 Aug 2014 furies
Sjr1000
Blessings they speak
In many ways
On any given day.
There is of course
The sun's return
After darkness reigns
There is that first
Breath the infant takes
The last breath
The old man shakes
And takes away the pain.

The each moment
Each ocean wave
Each snowflake
Each lovers look
Each gentle touch
Each sun at noon
Each son and daughter too.
Each child's laugh
Each joyous room
Each innocent mistakes
Which go right anyway.

Each moment of peace
Each moment unique
Each moment of hope
Each moment of you.

The freedom to choose
The freedom to refuse
It's within our attitudes
That's a blessing too.

This life is short
There is no doubt
The birds they sing
And though our lives
They probably don't mean a thing
The many generations
Come and go
Don't I know.

But in this moment so fleeting
It is blessings I am remembering
And in the many shapes
And sounds of suffering
That we can't deny
It is easy to miss
The traveler dressed in white
In the blowing snow
And so it is with the
Blessings
We need to remember
To
Know
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