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Feb 2013 Serena Rose

Cardiovascular Crochet

Feb 2013 Serena Rose

August

Cardiovascular Crochet

I used to wear my heart upon my sleeve
But then it frayed,
And now I'm left with a pile of string

Feb 2013 Serena Rose

And her name is Lost

Feb 2013 Serena Rose

Andrea Lopez

And her name is Lost

There's a girl out there.
And she's been looking for you.
Yet,
Her only problem is,
She's distracted by all these dudes.

Hot ones
Ugly ones.
Smart and stupid.
There's athletic ones
Gamer ones
And the one who acts like a kid.

She's on the verge of crying.
Her head down, almost sobbing in despair.
She sees the guys ; thinking it's you
and they constantly give her heart little tears.

You'll find her on the street
Cold
Accepting defeat.

So it's your job to guide her.
Show her you're the one shes been looking for.
But remember to make sure she's the one.
Mistake her for none.
Ask her her name.

And she'll tell you "Lost."

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

After

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

Constance Alexandra

After

I stand above my bed
And examine the damage.
Blankets this way and that
Pillows all over
Sheets tangled up around themselves.
Proof of something that
Only hours ago
Left this place empty.
I take in the rubble
And breathe deeply.
I lower myself down to those
Tangled sheets
And backwards bedspreads
And fill my lungs with you.
I pull them up around me
And close my eyes
And wish for this place to be
The same kind of battleground
Again tomorrow.

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

I Feel...

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts

I Feel...

I feel spicy today...like peeping in on lovers.

I feel ***** today... whip cream and nakedness.

I feel flirty today... wind that catches my skirt and has it's way with it.

I feel naughty today...tease the buttons on my shirt.

I feel free today...bathing in the sunlight...back arched...head back.

I feel sinister today...whispers sweet nothings with heated breath.

I feel sensual today...hands tracing the outlines of my skin.

I feel explicit today...licking my lips and tasting the wetness.

I feel love today...drunk with the pleasures of living...exhale...

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

You Replied With Pictures of Snow

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

MaeBear

You Replied With Pictures of Snow

I thought things were perfect
Naïevly tumbling in love with you
Tumbling freely and out of control
Until you ended everything so suddenly

Although, 6 days before it was over,
I sent you a text, pouring my heart out.
I wanted to tell you I loved you
But thankfully, I refrained

I'm laying in bed now, just thinking, and you seem to be the main thing running through my mind. And I'm quite alright with that haha. But I'm just thinking about everything about you. Your hands, the way you touch me, your arms and the way I feel when you're holding me, your lips and the way you kiss me, the way you make me laugh, and the way we just go together. Everything about us, to me, just fits together I think. I am attracted to everything about you and I miss you all the time I'm not with you. And sometimes I can't believe I'm so lucky to be with someone as great as you. And I think that's why I'm willing to be in this crazy long distance thing. Because I see what amazing potential we have and how great we really are. Before we know it, you'll be home! And I know we haven't even been together that long, but, gosh, I just cherish you and everything you are to me. And I can't even really explain everything you are to me, because I don't even know if I fully understand everything you mean to me, but you mean more than you know. I'm so happy we are a part of each other's lives because being with you makes my life better.

How did you reply the next morning?
Not how you normally would have
Not at all.
No, you sent me pictures of snow

It's snowing!

And that was it.
6 days before it was over
You told me everything
I needed to know.

It was snowing there.
And here?
Here, it was warm and muggy.
But here, I felt the cold.

*It's snowing

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

perhaps it is the rain

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

Taylor Jayne

perhaps it is the rain

I feel restless
mind racing
heart beating impatiently

wandering

not in darkness
far from light

no reason to feel
unsettled as I do

perhaps it is the rain

I should be content
naked beneath my sheets
smelling of lavender and mint

why should I long for a feeling
something i can neither grasp
nor describe

yet I can feel its empty weight

pressure.

bearing down on me slowly
oh how very slowly

seducing my spirit

my soul

discontent longing

for what

I do not know

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

Stripped

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

Montana

Stripped

I used to do things, you know,
with my time.
I used to read;
books, sometimes magazines.

I used to garden.
(Can you imagine?)
I planted tomatoes
and an aloe plant, some flowers.

I used to write, on occasion
mostly short stories
and some essays
here and there.

I liked to cook
and not just scrambled eggs,
(though you always liked my scrambled eggs)
but whole meals
and bake too.

I used to do things, you know
before you.

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

rainy day

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

Tarryn

rainy day

she's got the rainy day laze,
as the sky pours its heart out,
and the sun shies away.
the winds whisper turns to howls,
like the eery mourning of a widow made too young.
dream on, dream on, she breathes...
for the wind will change its whistle,
and the sun will be there tomorrow.
breathe again a little lighter, she echoes,
for the sun will wrap you warm and dry,
and the skies tears,
will be but a shadow,
that can't touch your light.

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

Immersion

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

May

Immersion

Today dripped down me like a dream
Under the sheets
I can feel it with my
Toes.
Grains of salty thoughts between them.

Today, nothing much happened
And nothing was said
The conversations had no effect, they’re
Dead.
They drowned.

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

i pushed her in

Jan 2013 Serena Rose

oh me oh my

i pushed her in

I had
drowned in
those ocean currents
they call eyes.

Slipped away,
not a word outspoken.
Strangled with glacier hands,
fingertips of salt and
thunder cottoning my
eardrums.

You wanted to save me,
but I could not tell you
over the salt eroding
my throat,

that you were the one drowning me.