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 Apr 2014 Red
i
#1
 Apr 2014 Red
i
#1
everybody dreams
of a perfect life
with kids and
a loving husband.

all i dream of are
cigarettes, ***** and
*******.
is that wrong?
 Apr 2014 Red
Alexis
Lies
 Apr 2014 Red
Alexis
They taught her
Not to believe
The sweet nothings
Boys would tell her.
"I would do anything for you."
"You mean the world to me!"
"Oh, darling, I love you so much."

For they were all lies.

Little did they know
That she, too,
Would never believe those lies.
In fact,
She was the one
Who told them.
 Apr 2014 Red
KM
Submerged
 Apr 2014 Red
KM
Submerged is the art of the water rushing over
The stinging bite of the frozen waves
The numbing shake of the boiling embrace
The turning of the rushing sea
Trying desperately to swallow me
4/25/2014
 Apr 2014 Red
Megan Grace
Wednesday
 Apr 2014 Red
Megan Grace
i
a  m
positive
that   you
are  made  of
s  t   a  r   d  u  s  t
and  water  balloons,
oil  pastels  and  the
collecti­on          of
settled     sugar
at             the
b o t  t o m
of      my
c u p s
o     f
t e a
 Apr 2014 Red
Jack
I asked for your hand,
you gave me the finger
 Apr 2014 Red
Charles Bukowski
don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.
 Apr 2014 Red
Chloe Elizabeth
Lust
 Apr 2014 Red
Chloe Elizabeth
He listened
To her laugh
As if it was a symphony
And she hung
On his words
Like they were vines

By Chloe Elizabeth
Another little excerpt from a short story I wrote a couple months ago.

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