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Dec 2013 Susan Hunt

Monsters

Dec 2013 Susan Hunt

Hadley

Monsters

I have tried it all
To get the monsters in my soul
Smoking them out
Drowning them in alcohol
Poisoning them with pills
Putting them to sleep with green happiness
Bleeding them out
And yet every night they whisper
I am here
I will always be here
As long as you are here

Dec 2013 Susan Hunt

Reflections (What I've Learned In College)

Dec 2013 Susan Hunt

Showman

Reflections (What I've Learned In College)

I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.

Nov 2012 Susan Hunt

Escape

Nov 2012 Susan Hunt

Andy Cave

Escape

Close your eyes and listen to the beating of your heart.
Listen as it tries to escape,
escape from the cage from which you've kept it.
Let it escape,
let loose your love again.
Breathe in and feel,
feel as you should have felt all along.
Feel the happiness you've hidden away
and release the pain,
the pain that has imprisoned you.

Sep 2012 Susan Hunt

Cut While Shaving

Sep 2012 Susan Hunt

Charles Bukowski

Cut While Shaving

It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.

don't I know it? I
answered.

I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night

nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.

I walked down the stairway and
into it.

Apr 2012 Susan Hunt

CLARITY

Apr 2012 Susan Hunt

Brandon Barnett

CLARITY

***** den dreams
of laudanum and lace
visions of my pleasures
missing the aftertaste

sssh
listen and you can hear me sniffin
the sick cringe of addiction
on a binge with my affliction
healing what's crippled
with my own personal prescription

the sun goes down
the sun goes up
none of the chaos
ever goes away

chasing the idea of a real escape
a break from this life before it takes it's toll
breaking hopes taking dreams
and smothering my restless soul

bound and gagged
I say nothing
tied to a plate by eight white lines
and hushed by a drip
that robs my voice

that hush must be just the reason
I never paused even to ask myself if
I should stop

I realized I hurt
I realized I could forget
for a little while
I realized I found a way
I could breathe easy and smile
I realized it got out of control
I realized it went further than that
I realized it takes away everything that is me
but what the **** do I do
when I'm sober and
I realize this is reality

sssh listen
laudanum and lace
and everything tastes
like heaven

Apr 2012 Susan Hunt

Boom.

Apr 2012 Susan Hunt

abcdefg

Boom.

Humans yearn for a gush of sun to overtake the sky,
scraping and cracking us in red bloom,

or a cough of water to pour from an unseen throat
and slice through, like tangled hair.

Nuclear warfare as vivid as second-grade sound effects,
every circle of hell that can climb into your mind,

maybe even a tattered zombie apocalypse.
It lacks class, but isn’t that the point?

Alas. We won’t get a dinosaur ending,
or a clashing of the gods.

Our insects and our imaginations grow smaller by the day,
and the meteors don’t like our kind of gravity anymore.

Instead, this blue marble will soup into itself.
The ice cubes will leak, and then skyscrape up again,

we drill up and down with our fingers
and the leaves will fall and eat forests in flames.

It leaves a membrane of smoke in the sky,
but don’t worry. I don’t. The world ends slowly.

Critique pretty please?

Apr 2012 Susan Hunt

tears at night

Apr 2012 Susan Hunt

bethany boy

tears at night

she crys at night
everynight.

she cant help herself;
she blames you
but knows deep down its her own fault
everything happened so quickly

she wasnt sure what to do

she repeated it to her head and heart many times

hes gone
hes gone
he doesnt want you.
he left you remember
your nothing to him dont boter trying.
it will only hurt you more

but her soul took over and transfixed her to letting it out
letting it out to people who told him.
he found out
he bad mouthed her.

he still didnt want her anymore.
he still doesnt want her anymore.
she crys now.
not only at night
secretly sheds a few tears;
here and there,
she lets it out
only to herself though
becuase hell find out.

he doesnt want her.

he never really did....
he still doesnt want her

Mar 2012 Susan Hunt

only if i have her

Mar 2012 Susan Hunt

bethany boy

only if i have her

please.

i beg of you.
i need you

make me smile
make me laugh
make me never have the thought of the blade crossing my skin again and again
make me feel worthy
make me change
i need to stop...

but then when i get alone
and have my space with my mind
she begs me
she crys if i dont do it
she hates me
she abuses me if i dont

she runs and laughs;
when the pressure is pushed down
she slids down the slide;
when its dragged slowly along my flesh.

she loves me for it
she comforts me
she forgives me after for hesitating
she lets me know that everythings going to be better

but only if i have her.

— The End —