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Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Chuck

8% Remaining, Poets Dilemma
Just Breathe
When Snow Falls, Laughter Cries
Words Reveal ~ Words Shade

Cruel Irony, Sweet Awakening
Utopia
New and Improved, First Born
My Son My Stars, Princess Perfect

Elegy for American Road Cycling
Spooncycle
Dreams, Forever Home
Companionship, Magic Moon

To the Woman, To the S.O.B.
Ineffable
Ephemeral Perfection, Momentary Perfection
The Effect, Hello, Hello Poetry

I was thinking of the saying, the title tales everything you need to know. Theses are some of my poem's titles. I put them together in a way that makes poetic sense to me. If you read this, I hope you took some meaning from this other than self-promotion. Haha

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Bottom of the Ocean

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Chuck

Bottom of the Ocean

I am at at the bottom of the ocean
Baffled how I am still breathing
Wondering how I transcended
Viewing the world with 20 thousand leagues
Of liquid obstruction to distort my view
I am at the bottom of the ocean
The world does not pause
No one will toss me a line
It is my choice
Surrender to this aquatic haze
And possibly drown
Or belligerently swim to normalcy
The saltwater clouds my mind
I am at the bottom of the ocean

I read this to a realist. She said, "Yea, you're tired." Oh' to view the world as a realist.

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Vacuum Cleaner

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Ryan Bowdish

Vacuum Cleaner

It was never enough
It was never enough
It was never enough
For them!
Crying into your couch
Laughing into your hands
Telling me all the time
You're sorry!
I don't care anymore
I don't want anymore
I don't need anymore
From them!
You're just looking at me
Always staring at me
I don't need to judge you
Anymore!

Let's talk for a second, well are you alright?
You've been trying to speak for a fortnight
You've been laughing yourself into a coma
You're dead on your feet, you can taste aroma

Quit lying to me
Stop screaming at me
Quit lying to me
You're gone!
I'm gonna go get my gun
I'm gonna go get my gun
I'm on my way to my gun
So get out!
There is no reason for this
There is no reason for me
All I came was to give you
A show!
I'm already out the door
I'm heading out the door
Don't bother crying anymore
Just go!

Let's talk for a second, well are you alright?
You've been screaming my name for half of tonight
I can't keep listening to you go on
Go make a new world for you to live on

This is about when I used to sell vacuums door to door. One man had a psychotic breakdown and began to cry and laugh intermittently into his couch and pleading me not to leave. Then he suddenly snapped and decided to go get his gun, so I had to leave immediately.

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Fuzzy Picture

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Chuck

Fuzzy Picture

Snow floating
Out the window
Obstructs the
Panoramic view
Of the hemlock trees
Like an old time
Television with
Broken rabbit ears
Yet instead of frustration
It breeds wonder

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Eye of the Beholder

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

M Clement

Eye of the Beholder

Cataracts in her eyes told her differently
But the world continued to lie
"My dear, my dear
The world is so much better when you can see;
all you have left to do is cry."
For a good time, she believed
What she heard
Her blindness meant she was lacking
That she was lesser
She fell to self pity
Fell to self ruin
And on the brink of despair
She tried to knock on Death's door.

She's lucky Death doesn't like solicitors

Instead she walked back to herself
From spirit back to flesh
And with a gasp of life, she realized how precious
The things around her were
Not the "things"
Not her possessions
But the people
The life she can give
And that people give to her
She has cataracts, sure
But she sees so much more.

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

MY WORDS

Feb 2013 Sarah Writes

Alan Maguire

MY WORDS

Are my words turds ?
basically, do they stink ?
but sometimes I convince myself
and actually think

Think that they are grand,
great and gigantic
and even more awesome,
than that ocean called the Atlantic

But maybe, they're just steaming piles
of disgusting dog ****
floating in bowls of ***** dog soup

Eaten by gargoyles, goblins and grinches
and ludicrous birds known as blue berry finches

So, if you finish my book
then well ****** done

You truly are heroic
and should be crowned
Emperor of the fifth Golden Sun

You should receive ten million dollars
and the keys to un-discovered cities
be loved by mythical beasts
and fluffy white kitties

I hope you shall live for one million years
and be taught the language
used by prehistoric grizzly bears

You should be allowed to time travel
with that famous movie car
because you Sir or Madam
are truly a star

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

Se(a)men

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

M Clement

Se(a)men

Noble ways, dear sailor
Your brew is not as clean as your tongue
Which is to say, dirtier than mud

She will recognize you have no claim here
But you barter against that;
Praying she'll never be wise enough to know
That you were never by her side in the first place

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

Ike

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

peggy

Ike

Yesterday I wrote a poem about Ike
You see; Ike made me go
Weak in the knees
Even though
His scent made me sneeze
But that's just minor things
Coz you see
His heart was hotter than warm
He had a sense of humour
Greater than Trevor Noah's
Ha ha
He had a fetish for feet
He said he'll buy me a ring
For my toe
Its a pity though
That me & Ike were a fling
That only lasted something like 10 minutes
Coz he was waiting for his order
At a Mike's kitchen counter
As his wife took a departure
To the rest room near the storeroom
To freshen up n put some powder
And returned to find me laughing my lungs out
As Ike changed his posture
And acted like he was the most innocent man on earth

S.P Radebe

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

two thousand twelve

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

oh me oh my

two thousand twelve

lost my muse
lit his fuse

raised his fist
he ******* missed

bruised in the floor
he broke the ******* door

found my hidden blades
forgot too many birthdays

scarred up thigh
brothers off his high

broken glass
he finally cut the ******* grass

blue eyes grew green
blue eyes grew an alcoholic sheen

cried too many tears
they were pent up for seven years

broke down
she got her crown

she was homecoming queen
what a ******* ugly scene

pushed him away
pushed him away
pushed him away

let him in
shes too thin

he gave up anyway
he gave up anyway
he gave up anyway

blue eyes are dead
blue eyes are dread
blue eyes are dead
blue eyes are dread

lost the will to write, its late at night, person experiences galore, alright

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

Grandpop's Ashtray

Jan 2013 Sarah Writes

Charlie Chirico

Grandpop's Ashtray

The room: never aired out.
Smoke hung high, creating its own atmosphere.

Pun intended.

Box of cigars sitting on the coffee table, always within reach.
Glass ashtray to smother your butts, when a forearm wasn't intended.
Burning flesh, each circle telling its own story of a mistake.

That's why I prefer long sleeves.
They hide my stories
about Grandfather's house.