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 Dec 2012 sierra
Charlie Chirico
I am not in love, I tell myself. Faint words
do not reverberate, however, I know
that I am very good at fooling myself.
I should feel the vibration,
or so they say.

I am not in love.

Scribbled words running off
loose leaf.
Words left in the margins,
underneath the dotted line.
No Strings Attached
Or so they say.

I am not in love.

My hand on
the small of your back.
The taste of cold.
Wind blows headlines down
the sidewalk.
Adjusting coats and
gloves.
Skin remained covered,
to prevent frostbite,
or so they say.

How much prose
can relinquish this fire,
this intensity, which coincides
with disillusion?
When does an act of grace
become an act of convenience?

I am not in love.

Every once in awhile you find yourself at a crossroad,
or you feel like you've reached a dead end.
Life is hard to handle sometimes, and so are the relationships we hold.
It's very confusing.
Especially when it is between two people of the opposite ***.
The easiest way to explain this,
is that
it is not easy for most people to let themselves be vulnerable.
We all face so many hurdles in life,
trying to attain this goal that is (sometimes) unattainable.
Not all of our dreams will come true.
But that doesn't mean we should lose sight
or become discouraged.

Or so they say.

That is why we are human.
We are willing to make these decisions
and prepare to accept the consequences in doing so.
We don't allow ourselves to take breaks, simply because life does not stop.
We push forward. We strive. Although, sometimes life catches up to us.

We become irritable.
We become confused.
We become tired.

My life: far too much scrutiny.
In the end, I put too much thought into something
that changes my perspective.
Usually a distorted one.
That is why shutting down in a neurotic state is accepted.
A cool down period,
when all the while we know another meltdown is around the corner.

I am not in love.

Ideally, words should have the same
encompassing power.
But seeing as how I can not
determine what works well
for me, I have conditioned
myself to being adaptable.
No rhyme or reason,
will ease the pain
that seems to follow
your name.
And that is why
I repeat faint words.

I am not in love.
She never was.
Interesting
to discover at last that
what you wanted
isn't what you wanted.

And that what you want
is nothing at all.
 Dec 2012 sierra
olympia
like a blue bird on the first day
she sits and stares at her prey

snow falls gently on the wet sand
the wind and the water hand in hand

she screams and scowls and gasps for air
with strands of long flaxen brown hair

floating in the waves she forgets naught
closer to shore are the memories she fought

then she remembers the times that she hated
and not too longer all was faded.
 Dec 2012 sierra
D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
 Dec 2012 sierra
Oli Nejad
Laziness
 Dec 2012 sierra
Oli Nejad
“It’s hard to stop being lazy.
I think it’s because it takes serious effort
To admit to yourself, that you’re lazy.”
 Dec 2012 sierra
Edi Supriyadi
LIFE
 Dec 2012 sierra
Edi Supriyadi
What is life?
Is it reality?
Or just fantasy?
Is it something
You feel?
Or see?
Or hear?
Feel is an intuition thing
But intuition is often misleading
Hear is the work of the ear
But we never listen to what we fear
Seeing is believing
But we only see what we want to believe
So life may just be fantasy
Made by our own mind creativity
Do you agree?

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© Edi Supriyadi
 Dec 2012 sierra
Sam Martin
dignity
 Dec 2012 sierra
Sam Martin
though sandy beaches wave along the empty netted fog
happy days will flutter by
like the careless wings on a butterfly
when you return to me
my sweet dignity
Martin/Martin
 Dec 2012 sierra
Elizabeth
I used to love all things military
because they seemed so romantic.
The stories, the movies, the songs, the pride
and even the tears.
Looking back on it,
I cringe at my naïveté.
Silently, I close the books,
turn off the TV and radio
and run from the tears that aren’t so romantic after all.
For him whom I love. I know the sacrifice you had to make, and though it was a dagger in my heart, I understand. Thank you for your service.
 Dec 2012 sierra
John
I Knew Her
 Dec 2012 sierra
John
I wasn't her best friend
But I knew her pretty well
She was at the roller rink
But when she left, I couldn't tell
The music in the rink was way too loud
She was always with the wrong crowd

Yesterday her Daddy talked to me
He said she lived in his heart
And that without her, her Momma couldn't live
He said they were taking it really hard
And that today they were to shoot their Christmas card
And he broke down in tears

When we were younger we used to kiss
Beneath the stars in the cemetery
We were both the morbid kind
And at the time, the future was secondary
I never could've foreseen something like this
But like I said, she was fast and she liked the guys
The guys who carried guns

I never knew their names because they were from different towns
But I could pick their faces from a mile away
Just show me a lineup, Judy show me the suspects
Do you mind if I ask you why you're looking at me that way?
I told you everything I know
And flashing that shiny gun isn't doing anything
Just let me know, let me know, let me know when I can go
I know my rights
I took Morrissey's lead in "Sister I'm a Poet" and decided to write something about a ******. I'm planning on writing a couple more poems with the same theme.
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