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The scent of you sticks to sheets
Long after you've gone

Long, long, long

My nose ,
A bloodhound
Out to find the pieces of you
Trapped between the stitching

Maybe your love remains there
Weighing down the cotton
with longing

Long, long, long

Maybe your *** remains there
Maybe I can taste it
 Apr 2013 little Bird
Danny C
In March of 2005, Dad packed his things
and left the house that he raised me in.
I didn’t notice anything missing, except for
a black and white photo album off the mantle
and the lounge chair he slept on for two years.

His new home, a renovated split-level,
was empty like an abandoned barn:
beautiful in its own tragic way, with
barely enough strength to keep it from
toppling over into a pile of rotted wood.

It was vacant, despite all the possessions
and bodies that lay lifeless inside the walls.

Years of silent dinners amplified by echoes
of awkward tiptoeing and closing doors
to hide the things nobody knew how to say.
 Apr 2013 little Bird
Roseanna H
Heaven,
she once told me,
as I looked at her through 8 year old eyes
is the place
where you and I,
will one day,
re unite.
And I wish you were here or I was there or we were anywhere else
together
and you would say my name.

my name.

it would slip like water from your lips and i'd catch it with my outstretched hands and
my shielded heart.  and I'll breathe it in
I'll breathe it in like the oxygen i never get when you're around and you are rolling your eyes

"it's just a name"
letters strung together, arbitrary.
incendiary.

my name does not define me and neither does yours but when you say those letters
those vowels and consonants,

i melt.

because every 'k' is full of your love, and wrapped up in the a is our  history
and the l's are echoes of our laughter and that 'i' is everything you've changed me to be.

and so when you say so little you are saying so much,
even when you're saying it like, "oh, kalli"
some may hear my silliness and my blonde moments

i hear that you love our memories and laughter and i hear your pride.
all from when you say my name.

i'm sorry i won't ever get to hear that again.
 Apr 2013 little Bird
Cristin H
Although it is lovely
to make your acquaintance,
I really must admit
I feel like I have known you now
For what seems
like quite a bit.

I believe that our souls met before,
In a lifetime now long past.
And it feels like they were hoping,
That in this one we would last.
Because I feel this love of ours,
Is older than our names,
It's longer than our story,
It's bigger than our frames.

There was life
before I met you,
Like there was time before the watch.
There was light before a bulb could hold it,
There were peaks before the notch.

There will be life
though I have left you,
Like there are shocks after the quakes,
There are days that follow darkness,

There is glue after the breaks.

Perhaps then, in the next life,
If my soul should find
this earth again.
If my heart still ticks like
passing time.
If my hands still ache to take
the pen.

Perhaps, then, when
our time is here,
I'll know it's face,
You'll know its near.

But if our only hope is
maybe when…
My only vow is
Maybe then.
 Apr 2013 little Bird
Erin-Taylor
Is this how it feels?
Depression?
To feel empty and hollow inside,
Not caring about anything?
To want to cry every second of the day?
I feel fat.
Unwanted.
Emotional.
I am self-concious and depressed.
I just wish I knew how to help myself.
This is a hurt that can only be supressed by icecream.
Ben & Jerry's come save me.
 Apr 2013 little Bird
Jared Eli
I just called to say hello
(My original phrase was 'I love you')
I hear you're doing great
You went on a date
With a guy I know
So I think that's dandy
And I'm saying so
(We both know I don't mean it)
You're moving on
(I can barely rise in the morning)
And that's just exactly what you should do
(You should come back to me)
Maybe I'm going out too
(You are my only love)
And maybe I'm moving on
But nobody told you
Because they all got together
And decided not to
(I need you)
 Apr 2013 little Bird
B Emess
I
 Apr 2013 little Bird
B Emess
I
everyday we wake up
and do our best to impersonate
that who we think it is we are
 Apr 2013 little Bird
Jared Eli
I asked someone to marry me
And though I'd never say who
I don't even know what she does for a living
Or the exact shade of her eyes
'Twas part jest, and part stupidity
But it was funny at the time
I asked her, and who's to know what she thinks?
Dialing the police... "Officer I have a cyber-stalker"
This was a fairly bad idea
Maybe next time, I'll meet her first
And then propose
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