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Nov 2012 Roberta Day

the Beast

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Cara Samantha

There’s this hole in me
It’s infinite
I am infinity
     And this bed is a web
     And I am stuck in its sticky sheets
     That are weaving in and out of the crevices of my body

And my ceiling fan is growing legs
And eight beady, focused eyes
That are hovering over me with malicious intent

        And my floor is twenty stories below me
Filled with the echoes of lost dust bunnies
Who can’t save me from the beast

This hole is still gaping
And it’s hungry; ravenous
     I am the beast
    And I can’t save me from myself

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

My first kiss

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Warda Kashif

My first kiss

It was sweet
light
and fast.
However, the feeling will always last.
It sent bolts of lightening down my spine,
And sparks of electricity through my soul.
A gust of wind across my mind,
And a bond that seemed indestructible.
That feeling of perfection.
That feeling of protection
Making my head spin in all directions.
How could such complexity come from such a light touch?

It seemed so safe
So innocent
So lovely
However, it meant so much more.
For this light connection opened doors.
This little joke, a small playful score.
How did it turn to something so magical?

It was light as a feather
Soft as a cloud
Sweet as candy
And addictive like a drug
This small connection could only be a kiss
A true kiss;
That wakes a princess from her sleep,
Turns a toad into a prince.

A kiss that happens in dreams
In fairy tales
And fantasies
However, it was real.
It was my first real fairy tale kiss.

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Poet.

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

brooke

Poet.

he speaks a kind of
currency that could
pull the stars closer
if that kind of thing

were possible

(c) Brooke Otto

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Echo

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Erin Lewis

Echo

Lonely isle in a deep blue sea
Like the lonely child
Deep inside of me

Searing stars in the midnight sky
Like the searing scars, white,
Where the blood has dried

Lingering presense in the darkened night
Like the linging essence
Of the forboding fright

Sinister whispers burn in the cold crisp air
Like the sinister embers
In my empty stare

Haunting screams in the abysmal deep
Like the haunting dreams
That terrorize my sleep

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Stretch Marks

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

N23

Stretch Marks

You trace the
stretch marks on my hips
with your fingertips
silently challenging me with your eyes to
keep still.
I have not the concentration or the will,
and my fingers
find their way into your hair,
pulling you closer
and closer to me.

Until

the only distance between us
is the invisible ocean dividing
our souls from one another,
A distance that cannot be crossed by a simple
mingling of breaths.

And yet, we persist in these attempts,
too stubborn to admit that we are both
beginning to tire of swimming.

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Alien

Nov 2012 Roberta Day

Klaus

Alien

Do we feel alone?
With Hoards of Human Beings?
I do not know you.

Oct 2012 Roberta Day

Memento

Oct 2012 Roberta Day

Dani Greaves

Memento

I have this note.
A little note
on yellow paper,
with a young man's signature.
I keep this note.

I have this note.
A blank note.
Yes, there are words.
But they are empty.
Nothing from the heart expressed.
Over and over, I read this note.

I have this note.
The only note.
A single lasting artifact
of a romance gone by.
Yet still, the note survives.

I have this note.
A damaged note.
Ripped in two;
like me from you.
I keep the pieces of this note.

I have this note.
A months-old note.
Scribbled, signed & torn; mine.
A cold reminder of harder times.
But I cannot come to trash this note.

Written August 11, 2012. Comments encouraged.

Oct 2012 Roberta Day

What animals do

Oct 2012 Roberta Day

LDuler

What animals do

sweep and fly
don't
weep and cry

slither and creep
don't
wither and weep

What animals do by Geneviève Pardoe Macchiarella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

Oct 2012 Roberta Day

Fuck you Haiku

Oct 2012 Roberta Day

Klaus

******* Haiku

I always knew it
That he wasn't just your friend
Don't get syphilis