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Emerson Nosreme Jan 2019
You won’t leave right?
I don’t want you to leave
I hate being isolated
I do like to be connected with others
Whether it’s in the streets
School, work,
I do hate to be alone
Heck, I can’t be alone
Even if my own room or home
I need to hear my mother’s cooking
My father’s typing at his computer above me
My sister’s awful singing
My brother playing football outside

And your voice
Telling me things
Will
Be
Ok
Someday

Don’t leave.
Ok?
Definition of monophobia - Fear of being alone.
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2019
Conversations can occur in many ways.
Many the conception of one thing, used to justify another.
It tends to happen more commonly if not at all.
A certain honesty revealed.
In the consideration of intimacy
Without coming across as too overbearing.
Yet we place blame on ourselves for not revealing how we truly feel,
Sometimes trapping ourself in the thought of someone else's happiness.
Obvious truths overlooked when the normal reaction is the total opposite.
The latter, already knowing how we'd like to be valued, received.
We express ourselves the same way.
Not truly knowing how it's to be received.
Obvious truths automatically assumed when true intention is revealed.
Instead we seek validation through a smile, a laugh.
Part of ourself hidden.
A habit of not wanting to project what we feel we lack.
Overvalued on whether or not happiness is then assumed,
Instead of saying how we truly feel.
We normally put ourselves on hold.
Fearing that our mouths may differ in opinion,
that how we truly feel.
May not be what the other person expects, or wants to hear.
Further putting ourselves at confrontation with what we truly feel.
Not truly knowing the risk that comes with how much we truly love
And how much sacrifice is required.
How often we express our likes and dislikes
How often do they go ignored
Yet we place blame on ourselves for not revealing how we truly feel
I am tired
I come home from a long day at work
With the ******* of coworkers
And hordes of families letting
Pesky ******* children jump around
Putting hands in the toppings
Touching the glass cases
Throwing tantrum
After tantrum
After ******* tantrum
Rude *** ladies who act like it’s my fault the machine broke
Want to be rude to the nice woman who has 4 kids and wanted to sit in
One of the two booths
Yet, she had to move her *** with 1 kid to take their spot
Spend 3 hours cleaning up after people who left the store looking like a junkyard
Not getting enough money for the **** I go through
I am ******* tired
My feet hurt from the continuous throbbing of running around like a chicken who just had its head cut off
My knees are sore from the never-ending squatting of refilling spoon trays

Head is vibrating from the bass of the secret festival I did not expect
I want nothing more but to sleep for hours on end
To spend the day in my bed
No bra
No pants
Wrapped tightly in a blanket and watching Scott pilgrim vs. the world for the hundredth time
Nothing more but to walk into my room
And fall on the bed and get lulled to sleep
I’ve had a terrible long day
Matter of fact a long *** week
Soon to be a long *** month
But I will still endure a full 8-hour shift
Hearing screaming children
Cleaning after rude, lazy, incompetent mothers who don't watch their sons

Come home hook my phone to a charger and talk to you until you no longer have internet
Or you fall asleep
I will have a painstakingly long day
Where all I want is the comfort of my blue quilted blanket
And my 6 fluffy pillows
But would rather stay up and text you
Hear about your day
Tell you about mine
Push off the nagging feeling of droopy eyes
Just to call you weeb
Just to tell you how much I miss you
And even if it is 5 minutes
Or 2
I will stay up and wait for your message
I am tired
But will never be tired of talking to you
actual time stamp also was lowkey a rant
It’s too noisy these days
I’m at the point where I don’t want to listen
Seems everybody’s got something to say
Leave me alone please
I don’t want to hear your chatter anymore
I wish I had a remote so I could mute you all

-AJT
Brandon Conway Nov 2018
The cold usurped the trees
I watch their children fall
filling up the wet street
winter forestalled with a cask
                                             of alcohol

watch as the tip of his tongue
touches the roof of his mouth
whips down and spouts out
the reasons why we have
                                         this drought

but its raining now
maybe something will grow
or a sea of spit
with rolling waves
                              will overflow

I told her I would try
to rekindle with him
stuck in cabin's twilight
sewing sinews of this
                         phantom limb

how does one talk
before they think
does he hear the words
that dribble into his
                               warm drink

then ascends as steam
back into that cavernous nose
to permeate his brain
and slowly seeps into
                             tattered clothes

this "vacation" will be over
but not soon enough
a couple more days
all I have to do is
                         avoid fisticuffs

no promises.
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