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 Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra
Nickols
Thoughts of cotton candy kiss laced with guilt.
Bubble gum wrapping the shame.
A deceit told through a mouth sewn closed.
But eyes held wide-shut.
A lie supported by another lie, bracing itself before falling.

Should I let the guilt be known through a cotton candy kiss?
Let the bubble gum wrapper shunt my shame.
Will I hold our secret behind stitched sewn lips?
All the while, holding my eyes wide shut?
Could I support this burden, bracing it with another lie?
Before I let it slip and fall?

A dangerous dance our feet have started,
where it goes I am not for certain...

A wicked path we've lain before us.
where it goes I am not for certain...

An affair of just wanting,
but nothing of taking.
Where this is leading I am not for certain.
For: where I hope we are going,
Well now,
that is another matter all together.

*Fin
 Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra
Jon Tobias
I don’t come home some nights
And my brother tells me when I don’t
As if I didn’t know that I did that
He asks me why

I always answer
Just stayed with a friend

But he knows what drinking all night looks like
I remind him of his mother

Weekend mornings
When he’s still home
I walk in smelling like suicide

He talks for hours
Nonstop
His hands hold things I can’t see
“This is how I am going to squeeze the toothpaste from now on
Are you mad at me from doing it wrong?
Hey I wish I was strong like you
It’s hard to help dad when you’re not here
I need you to buy name stickers for the Christmas presents
This is your shirt but dad doesn’t have enough money for laundry
I made too many sandwiches today
I ate them all
My best friend Louise farts a lot
It’s funny when he farts
Do you have to work today?
I know how it feels
Work is so ******* hard”

Sometimes I feel so unprepared
Feels like a ricochet for wrists
Axes chopping bricks
But yesterday
I fist fought a mountain
Some of us get practice

I tell him to relax
To bug his sister

“I love you,” he says
“When you become a writer can I draw pictures for your books?
I wake up some nights and hear you type
Mom used to stay up all night too
I don’t ever want her to come home
Are you going to move out soon?
Before or after Christmas?
Before or after my birthday?
Will you still get me presents?”

He is a one man search party
And has found most of the answers

In the end
The answer is always
Yes
The answer is always
I love you too
Scraps of poetry are all it takes -
whoever says words are “sweet nothings”
is so sorely mistaken
and has never known that intellectual ******
that comes from reading emotions
in perfect juxtaposition

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   09.12.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
There is just something about a well-written poem/essay/letter or even email that just makes me so happy!
unfeeling
eyes
weary
breath
your
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gently
caressing
mine
- all
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- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   9.12.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
 Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra
Julia
There's so much at every level.
To see a crowd,
what is its purpose?
A figure in that crowd,
study their expressions & reactions.
Learn their name, meet their parents.
Discover their secrets,
all of the beautiful complexity of
a human being.
All the emotions & viewpoints & passing thoughts
the familiar, indescribable motions of
all the joints in their body,
never to be mimicked.
To fall in love,
or to simply love,
with an individual for every aspect
even those you don't care for;
that individual
in the crowd
in the city
in the country
on this planet
in this universe.
A mere statistic.
 Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra
Kim Jong Il
How can one ever be sure of something
nothing is consistent
continents of live are transparent.
Live moves on
time falls as a waterfall
Past is no more
And the future does not exist
Tomorrow will have it's own universe
It wont depend on todays sun.
The matter
is never in its original form
everything changes.
 Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra
Michelle S
the bind of leather
the drip of wax
the snap of the whip
and the bite of chain
around my neck.

I have always yearned for this,
the one who knows just how to
control my body and
make me submit.

But you've given me just a taste.
One night where you entranced my
each and every nerve.
And ever since, We've been tame and loving,
but I long for another night like the first.

So I tempt and tease with
harmless disobedience.
Just to feel your hands at my throat
and my back ****** against the wall
With the quietest throaty whisper
a glimpse of the dark man that
I long to share this bed with again.
 Dec 2012 Sa Sa Ra
Michelle S
Scratch that.

I am vacant as a whole.
Emptied and used up,
bits of me carved out
and scattered all around in meaningless disarray.
I feel like I'm grasping at the edges,
to hold it all together in fear that
it'll all
cave
in.

That I'll prove to be a black hole
and wreak nothing but havoc.

But isn't that what I'm already doing?
Holding the edges together while
blindly pulling in whatever feels like it
just might fill the void...

When all I really want is all that's been
scattered to be replaced.
I don't want to just fill
emptiness.
I want to be whole.
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