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Mar 2013 Sahil Suri

Sometimes with the Heart

Mar 2013 Sahil Suri

Emily Dickinson

Sometimes with the Heart

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Vernal Fuss

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Conor O'Leary

Vernal Fuss

the sun has finally worked out its affair with the clouds.
and the snow has expired into a feeble slush.
dirt is bustling with exasperated seeds:
tiny tired shoppers in a Black Friday for nutrients.
And someone keeps splashing green nonsense into the trees.

but, its kind of- Grand.

should this be longer? suggestions are appreciated :)

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Third Wheel Things.

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Conor O'Leary

Third Wheel Things.

The expendable existence.
That uncomfortable rat on your skin.
The cut in your gums that bleeds when you chew.

The last feasible member to fit on an ascending elevator.
Warm.
Hot.
Itching.

The spinach in your teeth.
The tear in your jeans located too close to “there”
The treacherous unzipped jean fiasco.

That crumb on your face.
Where is it?
‘To the left’
Is it gone?
‘A little more’
How ‘bout now?
‘Got it.’

The untied shoe.
The untucked shirt.
The eyelash stranded on your face.

The rainy wedding day.
The gold earring under the fridge.
The luggage thats flying to London instead of Zimbabwe.

These are the unwanted little honeybees of everyday being.
cracked mirrors, guitar-snapped strings,
welts of fire and third wheel things.

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

The Perks of a Thick Skull

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Conor O'Leary

The Perks of a Thick Skull

I. The hell my mind tries to tame. The honey writhes and spits in a wrinkled cage.

  II. Harvest the thick of oxygen, but never dance in the gale. Heed the vocal constellation, but never try to scream along.

  III. I taste the dry tears of last minute musings. Thorns hiss at my flesh; so still I part the green to avoid the forest’s swallow.   

IV. My bones creak with shards of the wind. Their surfaces riddled with Braille.   

V. I sit in my skin and stare at my skull. I’m not going to try and talk over the loud cranial hum.   

VI. You’ve seen the malice of history. The planet screamed an earthquake. Grass forgot to be green. The sun hung in the air like a pierced tongue.   

VII. Fathom not the light freckled days under the green pulse of Earth. Leafs have huddled into the ground like children.

  VIII. In the summertime, we're all the same when we're swimming. A waltz of bubbles and hands.

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Skeleton Keys

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Brynn

Skeleton Keys

At the bottom you lay.
Not broken,
but old.
You've been moved around so many times.
You cannot count the cold hands that have touched you.
But they don't need you.
For those who don't know, You're Junk
For those that do, Understand.
The places you have been,
The passages you have unlocked,
The darkness that has taken over most of your life.
Forever underappreciated yet still there,
when they need you.
Sometimes they don't understand.
One day they will come back,
They will want to remember the past
They can't unlock their future without it.

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Would you ever?

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Brynn

Would you ever?

Dear future love,
Will you one day write poems for me? Would you write beautiful words with me as your inspiration? Could you capture me in between college-ruled lines? Paint a picture of me without picking up a paint brush? Write to me, about me , for me - like I see him do for her. Please tell me have we met, or will we ever? Am I just a face you see now, an image , a thought , a word. Can you let me know? Send a sign to your love. Or have the signs been sent and I , looking too hard for them. Am I overlooking the obvious, the perfect, the person, the you? Please tell me that you are out there wondering who the girl is that is writing about you!
Love
Always

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

My Turn

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Brynn

My Turn

You were my doctor when I was sick.
You told me everything will be ok.
You gave me kisses to make the pain go away.
You gave me comfort only a mother can supply.
You made me better.

My turn,

I want to make you feel better.
I tell you things will be ok.
I'll give you a kiss to make the pain go away.
I will give you comfort only a daughter can supply.
I will make you feel better.

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Sentiments from my hindered mind...

Feb 2013 Sahil Suri

Devon Haley

Sentiments from my hindered mind...

Average.
        A statistic.
     A normal percent of a population.
Nothing great...
                            Just average.
Typical
Common
Ordinary.
         Nothing special.

How can one overcome normal when being average is out of our control?

Hmm...

Being average is harder than one could predict.
Clawing one's way to the top only to realize that the top is only slightly above average and the true top would be classified next to the great minds of einstein and issac newton, of course.

Every one of the population considered average either accepts their fate or decides they could be better.
An even smaller amount of those average people have the courage and strength to hope there might be something...
                            Special about them and without even trying there could be something likeable and charming about them.       Maybe.

A typical kind of person
           Could grow tired of always flowing with the crowd and one day
        Change direction...

Who knows?
       Maybe just maybe we'd find on a different path a place where home can be felt by the presence of a stranger and love could grow on trees and in the spring, bloom.      Maybe.

Maybe average is harder than people realize.

Every one trying to stand out just a little bit and succeed!
Show the world who they are
What they can be and
How they will break everyones old expectations !
And maybe once be special..

Being average is hard work.
Sure, you had to work your way up to being above average and intelligent but you were born with that genetic upperhand of being smarter than everyone else, ya know.

And i mean the people who are below average harbor doubt in themselves and usually come to term with the fact they can do no better.

But the people who are average.
The people who are average just
Ache
To be special for one moment
And in that one moment they need
To find the one person
Who could make them feel special all their life.

These are the thoughts of a hindered mind.