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Nico Reznick Jan 2016
It's been a dark and ***** start to the year, and altogether
too many of my heroes are dead.
Too many of the old
villains too; those familiar monsters
are gone, replaced
by new and more appalling terrors,
as fear is rebranded for a freshly emergent demographic.
All the girls are much too young for me. Everyone
is too young for me.
When they speak, I hear
only static, like
the ghosts of extinct, pre-digital
TV screens haunting the
empty beauty of their
dead channel mouths.
In the supermarket, they've taken to
playing songs I like on their
in-store radio, wedged between
corporate jingles and adverts for
two-for-one offers on
hot dogs in jars, and I'm
so irrelevant I could cry.
I'm struggling with the world and my
own inability to find somewhere
I can be in it. I can't relax, can't
stop fighting against inertia, contentment
and any hope of peace. Maybe drugs
are the answer, but I think they'd just
make me forget the question.
I feel the cold, and I
want to sleep too much. I miss
my bad habits, but not enough
to relapse. I'm not
young enough or cute enough
to get away with
this much ******* angst.
Blissful Nobody Jan 2016
Things that were,
Some still are,
Some were
and never to be,
Fading into existential dilemma.

I wish not to exist,
Not in your thoughts,
Never in your words,
Let me fade away,
Into the abyss.

Try not to remember me,
Never to be found -
I would have crossed .
Don't come find me -
No such labyrinth exists.

I wish you wouldn't cry,
Know happy and sad alike,
No emotions I seek,
For my physical form.
An Infinitesimal speck- Me,
An identity wouldn't exist.

I am a universe,
On my own,
To another I would retire.
Don't shatter yours,
for mine.
When I am gone.
When I am gone!!!
Coleseph Nelzsun Jan 2016
You are not defined by the mistakes you make
You are not defined by your success either
You are not the identity your parents gave you
You are more than the body you inhibit
You feel this truth
You know this truth
You know that trying to pinpoint where your consciousness lies is impossible
You exist outside of this reality
You are timeless
You will not cease being when your heart stops beating
You will go on

Because you are part of source
Part of the fabric that is all known existence
All you know is part of you
All you know is you
You are everything
JR Rhine Jan 2016
We sat anxious and low
in your bedroom cupboard
beleaguered by hollow briefcases
and stifling musty winter clothes.

Holding our cigarettes like a crucifix
hunched over the ashtray
basking in the lonely timid light
you yanked into life
with the tug of a frail string.

I was ready to speak existentially
ready to be immortalized
by the blinding flash of the ancient pictor
black and white
candid but purposeful.

Locked into my eyes
lingering in their intensity
my artistic mystery.

I was suddenly pulled from my disillusionment
as my wishful banter was silenced
by your stern hush
preferring a whisper so your
parents didn't hear.

I watched you take a drag
like a glass of water
in the middle of the desert
so desperate, so agonizing.

I watched you shakily tap
tiny flakes of your soul
into the ashtray
your eyes distant, mournful.

It was irreversible;
my childlike fantasy
of aesthetic in the smoke
on my breath--

not from frigid temperatures
but adolescent guilty pleasures
coveted forbidden treasures--

to turn into the ashes
I watched my friend flick
routinely into the tray.

"This is not James Dean," I realized.
This is not somber-eyed bedecked
in worn leather jacket
leaning against a cool brick wall.

"Neither is this 'A Hard Day's Night.'"
This is not Ringo smiling amiably
shaking his head with cigarette
bouncing and dainty on his lips.

This is huddled in my best friend's
cramped cupboard
watching him surrender himself
to a caustic lord who scorches his life
away

in every drag that burns between
his cracking lips
in every ash flicked from
his shaking fingers.

I watched the smoke envelop his weary body
I watched the ashes eulogize his fading spirit
I watched him bid farewell with his tired eyes
I watched him disappear.
Goodbye, dear friend. I pray you rise one day the phoenix lingering in your ashes.
Sean Hunt Dec 2015
Not easily found
The figure is hidden
In ground
The bell and it's sound
The mind and the body
Me and humanity
The gold and the coin
The sky and it's blue
Your universe
And you

Sean Hunt
Windermere Dec 31st 2015
Sean Hunt Dec 2015
Even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

There have been a few things
I've been trying to find
That keep on appearing
To my mind

You
And me
And everything we see
Will be found unfindable
By you and by me

If I look for my house
Within it's parts
Start with the roof?
Then set it apart
And now the walls
Set them apart too.
Now the heart of the matter
The last resort
Maybe the floor
(Or the front door)
Now where is my house
Seen by me
And by you?

That house where I live
We will both find
Only exists
Inside my mind

And even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 30 2015
To see/hear this poem recited visit:  https://vimeo.com/150329466
Sean Hunt Dec 2015
I'm Never Alone

I'm never alone, there's always someone there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

In town or in country, I'm in good company
Because I always, bring along me

I always see me!  Wherever I go
I'm not on my own, there's someone I know

He's never a bore, though sometimes a chore
Can talk up a tempest, can talk up a storm

Once in a while, he may disappear
But then in a moment, he will reappear

Sometimes he gives me, such a fright,
When I wake up, in the middle of the night

It may take a moment,  a moment or two
Before he awakes, and I'm wondering: “Who

It is in my bed, all by himself
Grasping and searching, for his lifebelt

Those moments are rare, when there's nobody there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 26 2015
Yasha Harkness Dec 2015
Stop
                   Stop
                                    Stop

My yawn drowns out your voice
It is just meaningless noise.
You are not speaking to me.
I just happened to be here.

On this planet.
Yasha Harkness Dec 2015
I don't know where I go when I'm not with you
Perhaps I don't really exist
I do not remember the times in between our togethers
Do I slip through time to meet you
Or does your very presence call me out of time to your side
Time affects humans in linear
I've never seen time as anything but a vapour
It curls around me and I walk above it
For I am like a ghost walking on the waters of time
A miracle or an apocalyptic event
Catalyst to disasters you prevent with a smile meant for me
In a life where smiles are premonitions of betrayal
You are Time for me.
who are you/who am i
Alex Durow Nov 2015
Ama the monster, an insidious creature of torture and despair,
sings in her lair of misdirection and good intentions.
And one day Ama wakes up to find herself carrying a child, a ****** mother is she.
Ama gives birth to Suzy, and lets the newborn walk the Earth.

Suzy, let rest upon your lap
the mourner’s fatigue, for whilst it brings but pain upon his shoulders to bear,
to your grasp beholds only a wholly indifference.
And Suzy Suzy, when you see the man walk weak,
offer your services for only a final home does he seek.

I sit, the car radio playing a tune of static,
Suzy my old friend on my passenger side, humming along.
Soon I begin to argue with Suzy, of love and life and where I went wrong.

As we drive I know not where we go, but only that we must make it there.

Suzy told me I’d hate it when we make it there.
I hope to prove Suzy wrong.
What is Suzy?
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