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Meg B Apr 2014
The forest green of the trees
contrasts so greatly
against the soft pastels in the sky;
Did someone paint this neighborhood?

The odors of garlic & parsley
wafting from across the
charcoal street.
Hums of today's news,
all the latest gossip,
ooh'ing and ah'ing;
endless snippets of candlelight chatter.

Occasional dollops of light
peering up from sedans passing by.
Sounds of zooms
blocked out by the steady pulsating
of white earbuds.

Dogs yipping, sometimes a real bark.
Neighbors come and go,
reciprocating cordial hello's.

Street lights slowly coming alive,
for at 8:37, the sun has begun
its transition to slumber.

They always say,
TGIF, thank god it's Friday.
As day slips to nigh',
the crackles and pops of vinyl come alive
behind a slightly rusted window pane.

Tonight's secrets not yet revealed,
a couple strolls by
holding hands,
sipping coffees, decaffeinated.

A man drunk with regret
and a 40 in his belly,
he breathes a clumsy, "Hey."
Malted liquor questions,
their smell & sound, unmistakable gurgling.

Street lights now fully illuminated,
glances exchanged from
passer-byers.

He opens the car door for her,
and into the dusk they drive.
Vehicles come by in even
greater numbers,
and still searches the young man
for $9, a toothbrush, and a shower,
even cold.

Just another night of
just another day,
in just another city,
in just another neighborhood
on just another street.

Silence, loud, ominous silence,
filtering the senses,
the stories,
the magic;
Isn't ordinary   extraordinary?
Meg B Apr 2014
Is anything simple,
or is everything?

"Run away with me;
save me.
"

"You don't have to be alone."

"I want us to stand in the sun together."

Do we just keep rollin?
Where are we goin?

The bright sun shines above;
that baby blue sky I love.

The tires roll,
off the ground we take,
fate
awaits;
Let's get lost in this place.

Subtlety, how you govern
my actions
for I fear dissatisfaction,
not certain the reaction

Do I surrender to the unknown,
to that yet I do not know?
The more I grow,
further I go,
fearful I may be,
is that, though, serenity?

Dive into a phobia,
pool splashes hopelessly,
waves, water, blue,
it has opened me.

Well, not open,
but perhaps ajar?
Is the end, is it far?
Or is it near?

My dear, oh how it could be
with me, oh how you could see,
Hands laced loosely
like a kid with kicks too cool,
loose they hang,
easy stride slow, low
against the breeze
until the darkness does squeeze
the space between us,
and embrace me you do.

Heart, head; aboard a jet.
This is all a dream,
or is it?

Is anything simple,
or is everything?
Meg B Apr 2014
Too complex,
too intricate
for such a simple world.
His mind sees it all in a different manner.
Put on 3D-glasses,
take a step inside the rabbit hole,
you still wouldn't find your way,
not exactly.
Meg B Apr 2014
Alone.
Sitting
           silence
thoughts
   sift
      drift
         swim
            sink
THINK.

Here she waits
     thoughts muddled
emotions jumbled
self
   honesty
      to self
   myself
herself
yourself
    all perspectives
tell me
Why?

What is real?
wants
needs
desires
truth & lies
but
   be
      REAL

FEEL

live
   cry
      laugh
sing & dance
scream
      lungs filled
Let go,
      freedom
and
fear
but real, feel,

it’s okay.

Today.
Ady Apr 2014
Our choice of poison is devotion,
too much: inebriated.
too little: insufficient.
Our choice of diction, susceptible,
an anomaly: dissected in a lab table.
Poked by: forceps wielded by
gloved hands.
There is no mystery to our misery,
because the venom of our loneliness
is a composition of our aesthetics.
I do love to analyze poems, however I disagree with some that there is one single meaning to a poem.
Kristen Mar 2014
When you know everyone but yourself
When you live everywhere but home
When you look anywhere but the mirror
When your thoughts are everything but still
When your mind is always occupied
When reflections scare you
You may be my friend


She is dear and she is sweet
Involved and giving
Shows love in every way but affection
Loves the game and forgets connections with its players
Floats through and everybody knows
her.


But is it her they really know…


Active physically and mentally
Until almost 4 AM
Till her mind shouts
“ENOUGH I GIVE IN!”
Sleep must come first,
We’ll reflect tomorrow
But tomorrow is another
Day of empty self-evaluation promises.


Instead she goes back to the premise
That she just needs to do one more thing
And stay that much more active
But all her mind needs
Is a chance to be reflective.


Her body tries to tell her
All she needs is ******, emotional, mind rest
But all she knows is everyone else
She lives in everywhere else
She breathes everything else,
When she needs to know
Herself.
To my dear friend from college

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