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Hailey Hernandez Nov 2014
We're supposed to be two peas in a pod,
inseparable since birth,
the dynamic duo.
I'm supposed to know her
like the back of my hand,
laugh with her
like we're best friends,
love her till the very end.
She's supposed to smile
when she sees me
cry when I'm leaving
We're supposed to be closer
than we were in the womb
laughing and playing,
just us two.
O' what a shame it is then
that she's only nice to me
with alcohol
in her veins.
Mark Lecuona Nov 2014
Stringing beads of discontent, dangling
Every color of the spectrum, strangling
Over shallow waters of ignorance
Where the children choose to wade
Rather than deep waters where shadows are made

Remove it from our sight
Remove it from our sight
Why are we bound by the things we hate?
Remove it from our sight

Blank faces with no souls, staring
We describe them instead of caring
In time we will know what they were saying
What memory we choose is what stayed
What we refuse to abandon is the image we made

Concrete setting in our souls
Filling the crevices and the holes
Enough we say of this way of being
Give me the pain of knowing and seeing

Grace is in how you forgive yourself
We removed it to see for ourselves
We had to know this time
Why the price was already paid
For children not knowing why they were made

Remove it from our sight
Remove it from our sight
Why are we bound by the things we hate?
Remove it from our sight
He used to be a healer
A man who would give you a boy-ish hug
And let you believe in fairies and honesty
He used to be a charmer
I knew him
I knew him not

The two of them were in love
Those two who aren’t even looking at each other
across the floor
But are aware of what they are saying
To which hand their hand finds a new warmth
I knew them
I knew them not


They used to be my family
A group of people who were
Far more dear than my own folks
We would laugh and cry together
Sharing our worries and ambitions
And dreams which would never come true

So many nights
Spent under these very stars
Who bear witness
To everyone I have met and every emotion I have felt
They know my mistake
They know that I believed everything was real
And permanent
In a life as temporary as mine
They knew I believed that when these people met me
They opened their masks and became themselves
They knew I was fooling myself
With a truth
So convincing and so delusional
That
Even I bought it
Throughout the time
Inch by inch
Through and through
Jon A Fernandes Aug 2014
Why,
When words calmly manifest the intimacy,
Our hearts render them asunder.
In just a sliver of time.

How,
When surrounded by souls dimly lit,
Do I feel as a death moth fluttering near a lamp.
Ceaselessly eternal.

What,
Can my lips say when my heart is burnt by fire.
What words?
When all are mean.

Where,
Are the seconds of every day gone?
Swallowed;
Except in frivolous pursuit or meaningless drudgery

When,
Could I raise my arms up without fear of falling,
Or be swept by Lethe.
Rick Smerglia May 2014
Taste the dust at my feet,
The kicking, pumping action,
Wielding beneath my flight driven feet.
Ahead I am, and ahead I shall remain,
Still back there, you will forever be.
Nothing can hold me back,
My conviction miles down the path,
So far ahead of you,
There is nothing you can do.
Talk and hate, and try to relate,
Even try to duplicate,
But you could never beat me,
I am the sun, the light, the sky,
And you are but the shadow,
That lies defeated at my feet.
Chad Chumley May 2014
The silence of non-attachment.
Living in the satisfaction of now.
Old arrows pierce my skin,
Yet not allowing them to penetrate my mind.

Yet I’m trying to push myself to be better,
But better is relative
And I’m abiding in eternity in non-action.

I go to work, eat, sleep,
Communicate, read, and entertain myself,
Yet not attaching to a better reality:
Such as a better body, a keener mind
Or a more pure soul
I’m thanking God for my existence just the way I am
Knowing that the only place to be is now.
Nathan Burgess May 2014
That desperate mother's tone you adopt
When you've sat too long to
Entertain a vagabond
and your skeptic barring insight
Falls through my stomach like a stone

A mixture of systems in the world
and in our head
was an emulsion dissolving into our fragile stock
and vicious protraction
So nature without violence is a cruel joke
Born of an early hand from a woman

My lonely nights
cut me deeply
How many times
I've forgotten
The warmest feelings on tap
It gives weight
To living a weightless life

Nobody's voice was ever louder for a lesson worth a ****
And parental omnipotence switches off
With the coldest question you've ever known
So behavior loses reinforcement
and the mind loses any sense of direction
Tasked across a massive field of senseless conception
Nathan Burgess May 2014
Claustrophilia.
Sun and vista, shade and microcosm.
Raised as a pup on a field in view of the silty wilderness
between towers of eerie still-life
took the dream of being pulled there from some child civilization,
just out of earshot, for granted.
On the breach, still making out the patterns of nature in human skin.

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