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 Nov 2014 Ryan Kerr
WickedHope
I am darkness, I am fright
The deep blackness of the night
Nothing seen, nothing heard
Unpopular thoughts, my spoken words
Invisible until you feel my stab
Don't play games with me, I'm a match to be had
What the hell am I doing?
Words are so complicated.
I don't know what this is.
Just pretend it's not here,
shhh, now.
I stepped on a twig,
The sound bolted your legs.
My deer I would chase after you,
But I snapped my pride in two.
 Nov 2014 Ryan Kerr
Deidre Childs
The smell of rain makes itself at home, complimenting the silence that has filled the room.
Nothing to hear but the rush of traffic and my own steady breath.
I find myself thinking of the curve of your lips, revealing a smile I had known all too well
better than the smell of rain
 Nov 2014 Ryan Kerr
brooke
i turned off the
fan in my room
because summer
is over and the
silence was
deafening
every click
and whir every
noise my body made
could be heard and
there you were at
11:56 in the
middle of a dream
there you were, whispering
to me

I claimed you in severity
in illegitimacy

how could I ever forget
that you were my father
before anyone else
I am lost and
you are the
only one
who can
find
me.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

this actually happened and I am really emotional about it.
 Nov 2014 Ryan Kerr
allen currant
labyrinth lit by
floodlights straining
the vibrations
emanating from the
ground crusted with
glue pine sap and
citric acid a
flashlight in hand
to shine shadows
on awareness to
cast the eyes shut
and unflinching
not a twitch of
sight feeling the
coarse pig hair of
the walls shutting
out the light with
clenched lids open
palms with fiberglass
gashes staining a
path not to follow
but to inhale the
pathogenic patterns
ghosts showing us
the way towards
translucent permanence
 Nov 2014 Ryan Kerr
Mick
Dear Earth
 Nov 2014 Ryan Kerr
Mick
I fell in love with you today.
yesterday as well.
your beautiful leaves,
and your snowy trees,
there's no wonder why I fell.
you took a life that I loved
3 years ago in march
and although her body is underground
her love remains in my heart.
she is the snow covered sidewalks
and the freshly mowed lawn
she is the leaves in the wind
it's like she's  not even gone
she is the birds up high
and the sharks in the ocean
she is my sweet lullaby,
she is my happy day potion.
I fell in love with you today
and yesterday as well
just promise me
that you will see
all the reasons why I fell.
 Nov 2014 Ryan Kerr
Lauramihaela
Being a writer
Is not a part-time job,
Like being a nurse
Or a teacher:
Where clocking in
And out
Is as simple
As lifting and putting down
A pen.

No,
Writers have words
Flowing though their veins;
Poignant thoughts and emotions
Shape and reshape themselves
Into poems in the writer's mind
Almost by instinct.

But
Do not be fooled:
The writer's world
Is no paradise:
Thoughts tug at our brains
In the middle of the night,
Like a child pulling
At its mother's coat
Beckoning us to the page
Where finally we free the thoughts
That have been held captive.

And finally with sleepy,
Satisfied eyes,
We place the final fullstop
On our latest masterpiece
.
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