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 Aug 2014 ns
Daniel Farnam
today...
 Aug 2014 ns
Daniel Farnam
today at 10:55 a.m. a man died.
today at 11:00 a.m. I ate lunch
today at 10:10 a man was hungry for air.
today at 11:10 I was hungry for lunch
at 10: 30 a.m. a man was given morphine
at 11:30 a.m. i was given a prayer
at 10:50 a.m. a wife was cursing god
at 11:50 a.m. I was feeding someone who was dying in front of me slowly
at 11:00 am. a wife was dying inside alone
at 11:04 p.m. I was drunk
at 11:05 p.m. I was alone
at 11:05 p.m. I was
my third day of clinical at nursing school and I witnessed a 78 year old patient with Parkinson's disease die. its incredible to witness a soul leaving.
 Aug 2014 ns
Erica Farr
Poetry
 Aug 2014 ns
Erica Farr
Poetry is like a silly little dance
The twirl of your pen on the page
The leaps between each word
The tap of your fingers as you think
The steps and turns for each word

So if you think about it poetry is a dance
Not any dance a man could do
But a complicated routine only a pen in the hand of a wise man can perform
 Aug 2014 ns
Addison René
i am the crisp air beneath your feet
i am the silence in the room
before two lips meet
sometimes i become the constellations
in the sky
looking down upon
those who are meek
because you see, the stars -
they are so fleeting
they never live
or cease to die
there's a whole other world out there -
and so am i
 Aug 2014 ns
Tom McCone
split stem
 Aug 2014 ns
Tom McCone
off along the wall, head
in clouds: dissemblance, smoothed,
covered, glistening. repetitions
in static, falling rain. repetitions
outside, under the porch. light
like waves in consistent motion
and removal. too many
names. too much love. swollen
up, like knotted deck timber
in this downpour. still and left
to walk home. alone, again.
happens all the time,
by choice; fine delusion. by
flames licking at the cusp. out
under the irreplaceable canopy
we're left, slowly rotating. soft
magnetic fields. candles encased
in ice. clear night. words tip in
enclosures of crisp unfolding
breath. significance. diffusion.
harmonicity. my analytic heart.
decomposition. won't sleep. won't
let out. your tender clasp. vines
wash up and around finger
tips, around ventricles. shuttin' down,
relentless deceleration. relenting
pace. pinched aorta. all under
some fictitious caress. some
later eventuality. some song
never uttered. not yet.
not just yet.
 Aug 2014 ns
Andrew Durst
Hooked.
 Aug 2014 ns
Andrew Durst
The way you
  walked was
    vivacious,
and the way
   you spoke
was taunting.

       When you walked into
       the room my eyes became
                     hooked...
           and the fixation
      continues to
manifest.
 Jul 2014 ns
wyatt rabbit
Slow Death
 Jul 2014 ns
wyatt rabbit
Trying to force myself
back in love with you
was like trying to drown myself.


*smndi
(15w poem)
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