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Dec 2013 Teresa Smith

Bilal Kaci

He’s sweeping the driveway again
Dead leaves and twigs in the snow
Every man has someplace to be
But no real home

The silhouette of a woman
Locked up in a brick wall hell
With real nice hardwood flooring
The kind you could smell

She stands in the window
Behind dark red curtains

Everybody needs a hero
But is it really worth it?

Dec 2013 Teresa Smith

minutes

Dec 2013 Teresa Smith

Collin Nuetraal

minutes

when time starts to slumber foward
a revealation too great to walk
perseverance spirals into a void
of confusion
depression
clocks tick backwards
but your mind wanderes in the future

a time in the future
a moment in the past
an hour of the present
the channeling of fate

sometimes everythings just perfect
the music is sweet to the soul
the body wants to move
a tear of joy

after winter is spring
the trees dance and the flowers smile
the spring sings songs of peace
silence in the loudest of heights

a time for dreadfulness
a time for raving
a time for serious thoughts
a time for plurfect

its good to not judge
acceptance of time as it is
peace is when you understand
you don't need to understand

a time for experiencing
a time for understanding

Dec 2013 Teresa Smith

lament to water

Dec 2013 Teresa Smith

Kassel D

lament to water

scathed by bruises and marks of your discomfort
i know not where they descend
for i am stumbling through polluted rivers
shades swirling in its malcontent
hot drops of clear water
scorned upon the ashes
stealing from my purity
with every second i sink further into the malicious waves
rippled with your treachery and drowned in my fears
drops; suspended
drops of me
pooling there
ambitious to cascade over the edge
and crash through the walls builts here
tides
back and forth
swaying
i feel their pull
distant on the shore
buried by the sea
cut ties
enclosed in a silver box
i hope it sinks into the unknown depths
accompanied by sweet serenity

2012

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

desperation love

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

JJ Hutton

desperation love

it seems cold,
when i look at it from
your point of view.

me discarding your emotions.
casting them aside like dirtied sheets,
to sleep in makeshift innocence.

let me just feel my own pain.

take in my own mistakes.
the weight of yours
coupled with mine,
would only crush
my already
curved
spine.

your eyes when they seek
broader meaning in me,
simply, repeatedly **** me.

your words shouldn't be kind.
a smile is something you shouldn't be
capable of accomplishing.

when you grasp words like,
"i'll be anything you want me to be"
you cling to them, as you would weeds
on the bank of some tumultuous river,
"just give me a chance,
i will show you how perfect i can be."

but you trying to keep your head above
the water
is only drowning me.

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

nobody gets me but you

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

JJ Hutton

nobody gets me but you

He spat acid,
left you defaced,
******,
misplaced.

I sold lovelessness
to myself, left sweethearts
in sorrow,
in madness,
in a fury to find good arms.

And here we are,
your cold, detached facade
starting to melt,
and I lap it up,
hoping you never
find it again.

You wrap your arms around mine,
as we cross seas of parking lots
in the middle of the night,
and I don't know where the hell
we're going, but it feels so fine.

Your laugh
is the song of angels,
your touch is soothing,
and all your mistakes,
and all the exs,
and all the gods,
led me to you,
whether we bloom and burst,
wilt,
or ride the wind forever,
I'm just thankful to have found you.

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

conclusions

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

KM Jones

conclusions

she had cut off her long locks.
left romanticism behind her.

she was getting down to business now.

she had no time for apologies. regrets.
she was blazing a trail- setting new horizons.
-looking for the next America.

(one that could survive longer than 200 years without selling its soul for a buck.)

...

she, herself, was soul-less.
emotion-less.

- a state of existence she might describe as "limbo"
had she given herself the time to examine it.

she was challenging socrates.
-finding meaning in an unexamined life.

she was in a state of motion in which 80 mph felt like crawling.

she was concluding.
she was beginning.

she was.......................... l i v i n g? again.

- From third person diary entries (March 7, 2011)

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

irony outlived us all

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

KM Jones

irony outlived us all

...

I feel as though my chest could cave in at any given moment, as though the only way I can relieve myself of this o v e r w h e l m i n g ..... W E I G H T is to write, to press my pen against the paper so firmly that I can no longer feel my fingertips, no longer feel any pressure except the trembling in my arms from my own efforts.

I feel as though my lungs are on the brink of collapse. I'm suffocating on my own foolish emotions... struggling to breathe in, breath out... to just BREATHE.

...

I tell myself that love is an impossible task; and unconquerable feat. (For we are all most certainly not without our vices...) However, this indescribable feeling that has embedded itself in my very being denies me the sweet escape of both cynicism and apathy.

I find myself overtaken with the strange and foreign knowledge that I Love You and nothing; not circumstance, nor situation; not time, nor distance; not life, nor even death could change that.

(May 2008)

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

a little Religion never hurt

Jul 2012 Teresa Smith

KM Jones

a little Religion never hurt

She cracked the cover. It should have been cloaked in dust by now. But it had been on display, like the rest. Her life was a bookshelf display of materialism and pretentiousness.

Holy Bible.

It wasn't exactly the latest issue of Vogue, a cover she had cracked at least once every month of the last year. She clumsily flipped through the pages... unsure of which might hold the hope to which she so desperately needed to cling.

She wasn't exactly a stranger to Religion. It was nothing to "try on for size." It was something in which she had been born and raised. Easy as breathing. Faith, on the other hand, wasn't so easy to find. In between the to-do lists, the future plans, and the hard-earned paychecks, she didn't invest much in a provider she couldn't see. Or was it, be?

Ecclesiastes was repetitive.
Proverbs, a bit too dry.

She settled for something short. simple. terse. She wasn't sure what she was even looking for, after all.

James.

"If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God..." A good start. "Who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him." Somewhat reassuring.

She breathed the slightest sigh of relief, or was it a snort?

Continued.

"But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind."

The catch. A l w a y s a c a t c h.

She closed the book, tucked it neatly in between two notebooks, her real bibles. Reluctantly, returning to the reality of unpaid bills and a broken heart.

July 24, 2010- From third person diary entries