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 Sep 2014 Tark Wain
brooke
found my old
heart in a candle
from bath and body
works, could you
see me by the closet
hunched over with
my nose inside the
glass, because this
scent takes me
back beneath
the cold seattle
rain, a mist that
never settles and
clammy toes that
never warmed up
a cranberry room
                                         and a life so                            unreserved
without obsession,
I can hardly remember it.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Sep 2014 Tark Wain
Paul Costa
Left me on sharp stones
fighting white caps in the ocean,
saying goodbye with our eyes.

Skin cut,
reading rulebooks.
This is heat this current leads,
and my hunger eats away at my hope of finding—

One of those small islands
(not able to be found on maps)
just to get away from the water
and sleep and tell what I’ve been travelling for,
‘cause I’ve been traveling for awhile now.
An empty bar,
there's something magical
about the concept.

No drunkards
spilling cheap beer
on themselves,
no ***** barflies
leaning against
bathroom stalls.

No rough necks
or the doomed
preaching their
individualistic sermons.

One can find peace
in an empty bar.
A zen like state,
drinking beers
to achieve
the aim of
tantric Buddhism.
 Sep 2014 Tark Wain
Sully
I
 Sep 2014 Tark Wain
Sully
I
Little glass soldiers
and their ranks swell
they fall in lockstep, clacking on the tabletop
and how many, I can't tell

Notes over the air
Loud enough to force a pair
Who want to talk
A little closer together

To be completely forthright
I have this kind of insight
somewhere between seldom
and never

I couldn't say, now, why I came
Except to watch the people dance
but from the corner, a loaded glance
and I forget my name

And I forget my name.

I
I have to look away
and I
Haven't got the faintest notion why I feel this way but I
I
I'll bet I say something wrong and all dutch courage gone and maybe I should stand and go or risk letting my strangeness show and staring at the bartop wood and didn't notice when she stood and heart is ramming through my chest and barely felt her light caress and eyes **** up to catch a dark pair staring back at me and I
I
Forget
There's only her
And she's smiling back.
The best way to get over social anxiety is to realize that everybody gets it sometimes. Every time I get to know someone pretty well I say to myself: 'Wow, you're not nearly as confident as you try to show the world.'.
 Sep 2014 Tark Wain
John Watson
Love used to be a motivator.
A reason to dress nice and act on my best behavior.
A reason to be sweet and buy roses.
A reason to be the best I could be.
Now love just haunts me.
Follows me everywhere.
In her eyes and in her smile.
I know it's there.
I just don't want it to be.
I've always been inviting to love.
Just not this time. Not her.
Because I'm not risking her.
For kissing and cuddling.
What we share may not be heartfelt love.
But it is something I can't live without.
I wouldn't bet my life or soul or body.
So why bet her?
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