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 Dec 2011 Ry-el
Benjamin Adams
Every day we're told
of our specialty-
        Individuality.
We're all different
not sensible-
        Incomprehensible.
To see another mind
even marginal-
        Impossible.
But the more I look.
deep down
        Around
we're really all
the same-
        even in name.
 Nov 2011 Ry-el
Megan Hundley
normal
 Nov 2011 Ry-el
Megan Hundley
I should....
no, can't
       can't     can't
won't.
refuse actually. do I like hurting? is there a reason I don't just
move       on
normally when goodbye is said, twice, it means you leave
as in put one foot out into space and
pull
     down
see what happens, see what passes. well, I really wasn't ever normal
knew that from the start
but this?
I'm on an edge. this thinned pathetic rim
that looks to me a bit
u
  n
     sta b l e
clearly
                        [not clearly]
there is a problem
or something broken
I'm dealing with it, but let's be honest
sometimes it feels like I'm
meshing with it
blendingintothisbigmess
that's so hard [for me only] to separate
forgot about that- have to be more specific
[for me only] is this still more than a bad taste in my mouth
[for me only] it stripped me of common sense
[for me only] I can't sleep at night
All I want to do is
         be free
free to either walk through a day and not think your name
name   name
       name               name name
or free to fall into your arms at the end of the day
every day
whatever
I know I talk to a wall
                                      wall
and I'm here              wall           and you're there
                                       wall
                                       wall
and I swear I'm putting all I have into
[insert "letting go" here]
but instead-
trying to understand why I can't
leave you behind
 Nov 2011 Ry-el
seethroughme
wait
 Nov 2011 Ry-el
seethroughme
skin polished
with oils, salt and husks
i gleam
with perfumed butters and musk
silken smooth flesh
like living warm honey
i languish
in the golden light of dusk
limbs naked
under silks and plush
i wait

i wait for you
 Nov 2011 Ry-el
Emily Dickinson
1344

Not any more to be lacked—
Not any more to be known—
Denizen of Significance
For a span so worn—

Even Nature herself
Has forgot it is there—
Sedulous of her Multitudes
Notwithstanding Despair—

Of the Ones that pursued it
Suing it not to go
Some have solaced the longing
To accompany—

Some—rescinded the Wrench—
Others—Shall I say
Plated the residue of Adz
With Monotony.

— The End —