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Nov 2013 Tabitha

Hipster

Nov 2013 Tabitha

JR Potts

Hipster

Forthcome that which has no meaning
beyond the petty dreamings of a fool.
Trickled thoughts walk off mid-conversation
with strangers into the vanishing
managing to forget that I forgot them first
way before they wandered off
to inhabit the earth
but that's just me being hipster,
rather be in Pittsburgh
because New York,
too contemporary.
Very hedonistic with a lack of trajectory
or am I projecting to protect me
from an existential vasectomy.
Maybe
I'm afraid I can't make it here
Maybe
I think I drink too much beer
and Baby
I should have been more clear

I am scared
I am scared
I am scared of being a failure
and I don't even know
what the **** failure is
or what one even looks like
because every time I think I've met one
they've taught me something about my life
half the the high school teachers
across this country couldn't.

My home
has taken their lives,
my passion and my poisons
have made it hard to get by
and my parents
have worked and will mostly likely die
holding on to concept I now perceive as a lie
That's why I so badly wanna believe in nothing
but I keep falling head over heels
cartoon like slips on banana peels
Women; smart enough
to know a poet is a bad deal
but I still do it 3, 4 times a day
I let someone inside
and we'll make love
with words and thoughts
we'll tell each other what we dream of
and talk about the kinds of things
that can't be bought
cause those are the things that matter
at least to me.

But I guess
that's just me
being hipster
again.

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Wild Imagination

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Jay

Wild Imagination

I dreamed of you all day today.
Like a ghost
Your faint whispers
and grace
floating through my
head
I swear that I could see you
out of the corner of my eye
but when I'd look
you were gone
I knew you were among the stars
seeming so randomly placed
but in perfect position
as though they were chosen
by some great artist
as you fill my night sky
I can feel you
as tangible as mist
everywhere
all that I can see
all that I can think of
surrounding me
but every attempt I make
to grasp you and hold you
close
escapes me
and slides through my fingers.
Tonight,
as every night,
I will wait for you
and hope that it rains.

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Your Greedy Nonobsession

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Pink Halverson

Your Greedy Nonobsession

I was hoping you would be
that passionate, sweet, hidden boy
under a blanket of shyness
that a star whispered
"he is"
I run for you
with smiles written well across my face
my heart agape,
I run.
You sit, smirking your triumph - and power
thy hath a name:
tis love.
Love which controls all
which sends my thoughts, racing
leaves me aching
pacing
What is thy name that hast such control over my even-minded manner?
'tis love, 'tis power.
You are my greedy obsession

And he, my greedy non-obsessed

Nov 2013 Tabitha

To me, From me.

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Ileana Robles

To me, From me.

I am mere
Shores
to crashing
Waves of
Thoughts
The tides
Without its moon
Directionless
And
Devastating
I know best
How I tire
Of its
Consuming
Force
Yet I swim
To drown
or
To float.

Nov 2013 Tabitha

love

Nov 2013 Tabitha

misty fog

love

her milky eyes
her golden tie

once shone brighter
than the sun

but so abruptly
did she suddenly
become so sad
why was she so mad

it was all my fault
i didnt tell her my love while she was here
now she will never hear
again

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Untitled 2

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Tess Michelle

Untitled 2

Depression is not sadness
Depression leaves a hole in your chest
Depression ***** everything out of you
Depression is not having a bad day. A bad day, a bad week, even a bad few months.
Depression lingers for years. There are no good moments. Moments of feeling "better" do not ever exist. Depression does not leave.
Depression will become your best friend
Depression will always be there for you
Depression is the tunnel with no light at the end
(Or at least, the point of view is)
Depression is not hope
Depression is not sadness.

Anxiety is not nervousness.
Anxiety is the sweat that bubbles to the surface of your palms
Anxiety is the clenching of your jaw
Anxiety is the shaking of your hands
Anxiety is not a few butterflies in your stomach
Anxiety removes your stomach
Anxiety makes you feel like it is not there. Food is out of the question.
Anxiety is dark circles under your eyes for months on end.
Anxiety is being over tired. Exhausted. But not being able to sleep.
Anxiety builds an Olympic racetrack around every part of your mind.
Anxiety then holds the next races there. Day races, night races, races that do not stop.
Anxiety is not one panic attack. Or even two.
Anxiety is not nervousness.

Nov 2013 Tabitha

The Painter

Nov 2013 Tabitha

Nicole

The Painter

I once met a painter
she had some promising talent
her hands traced figures in her white canvas
and gave so much detail to every single movement

I once met a painter
she always had her hair in a ponytail
her eyes weren't amazing
but they were great
at least that's the only thing she appreciated
in herself.

The painter drew me a picture
it was a landscape
two trees and grass
the trees had and amazing mixture of red and yellow and wine
and the grass was made up of tears and some goodbyes
the painter never came back
the painter never could
the painter lost herself
between a canvas
and some wounds.

Oct 2013 Tabitha

Empty Streets

Oct 2013 Tabitha

Bartholomew of Roseville

Empty Streets

Summertime is wonderful for many things, not the least of which is the delightful sound of children playing all throughout the neighborhood.

Children laughing and giggling as they're racing along the sidewalk. And then suddenly, almost without warning, the wind turns cold, and the streets become empty.

The echoes of joy and laughter have gone from the neighborhood streets, replaced by the clanging chains hitting the road as the buses roll on by.

You can almost hear the pied piper of schooldom prancing through the streets, enchanting the young ones away, far away, far from their parents and homes.

The streets are quiet and empty.