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 Jan 2013 T
August
Fragile
 Jan 2013 T
August
I sat down in the shower
It was only a moment, but it felt like an hour
The rain poured down my back
My body was consumed by a panic attack
The water mixed in with the tears that I wept
Overwhelming me from all of the secrets I kept
My sobs a cacophony with the pitter patter of drops
Little black ink stains from my eyes turned to spots
Splattering onto my ankles and my pale clenching hands
I slowly drained away, no longer solid, just sand
A fragile little thing in that shower, I was
Stripped away and torn up, never really
                      
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© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Jan 2013 T
ankz
Untitled
 Jan 2013 T
ankz
No one knows whose dreams sleep under the pillow every night
The eyes are full of dreams,
No one knows whose words speak in the ear everyday
These lips try but never open,
No one knows whose thoughts grow in the mind even now
The mind keeps on thinking,
No one knows whose love beats in the heart always
And the heart keeps on beating.
 Jan 2013 T
Hana Gabrielle
these words spread out,
in letters left but not forgotten
on screens that light up lonely rooms

praying silently
that you will read a deeper meaning
confessions and obsessions
longing for recognition

but in the end
it's more than that

it's thirsting for
enigmatic connection
lusting after
someone
anyone
to unravel

and in turn
to unravel me

someone who won't believe me
when I'm lying to myself
someone who will disentangle
the shadowed shambles
that haunt my bones

I pine for
a soul
to comprehend the corners of my mind
to memorize the knots along my spine

in the end
I cannot fathom
why any soul would try
 Jan 2013 T
Hana Gabrielle
I’ve always had the narcissistic belief
that I deserved poetry
but I’m starting to realize
that us who live in words
fall for the purity of actions
 Jan 2013 T
david badgerow
she washed off all her make up
with the hose from the garden
as the radar sun sank below
Nelson hill

i watched her dance and strip
in my bedroom
like a ballerina behind a smoking gun
she asked if i liked what i saw
and i said nothing

instead i sat in front of her burning
an awkward leaf of paper between
my busted lips
while her hips in the mirror
got the best of me

and then all at once
like a building's collapse
i confessed:
don't release me until it's over
this is the first time i've loved you.



that night
we sank to new depths
beneath
the warm molasses midnight moon
lying on the cold kitchen tile
of my father's house
barely speaking.
 Jan 2013 T
Alexis Martin
I smiled today
a genuine kind of smile
the kind of smile that is produced
when a flower looks up at you
but then guilt reminded me
that I am not allowed to be
something of such beauty
so I washed it all away in the sink
(back to normal)
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