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 Sep 2018 The odd one
Josie
My mask
 Sep 2018 The odd one
Josie
I wear a mask
A mask that hides everything
I take it off only when I'm alone
I look happy
when I'm sad
I hide away my fears
and anger
My tears gather up and overflow
When I'm alone
I sold out my existence
in trying to buy your love.
 Sep 2018 The odd one
Fae Kay
sweet
 Sep 2018 The odd one
Fae Kay
my brain is a beehive.
always buzzing.
dripping with the honey of my thoughts.
 Sep 2018 The odd one
ardnaxela
Leo.
 Sep 2018 The odd one
ardnaxela
See
I was about to leave
but then you looked at me.
I felt it a challenge.
Suggestively
the beast in me
was roused.
*
I needed to taste your courage.
I needed to wrap my hands
around your passive aggression,
grasp your hot air..
I needed to feed off your energy
I needed your soul to
inhale it and make it mine
**
You told me so with your eyes.
I needed
to see.
And now
I'll never leave.
Leo, meet Virgo.
 Sep 2018 The odd one
Parker
Your thorns cut me to deep
Eating bibles and drinking anxiety
I
No longer give a ****
The picket fence is on fire
And
I’m letting it burn down
Drowning on our vows my dear
As my wedding ring sinks to
the bottom of the ocean
and the sky turns blood red
I smile
Knowing that drowning
is better then a life with you
I am now a prisoner in the sea of emotion.
The moon captured me
But the stars were the guide to where I was.
As the night sky's tinted window hardly allowed room to breathe.
I suffocated in melancholy.

What is darkness?
A foreign concept the moon couldn't understand,
Not even on its most luminous day.
 Sep 2018 The odd one
moon child
I can't do this anymore.
What kind of life is this?

I'm a secret.
A ***** disgusting
Pointless secret.

Who cares if I whisper this mess
In their ear.
To cup my hands 'round the side of their face
And expose myself to them.

No one wants to hear about the hamster wheel spinning round and round in my head.
The tap tap tap of anxious could be's and angry could have been's.
Disappointment chain smokes out my arteries and throws the simmering cigarette butts into the pit of my stomach.
Hoping to start a flame.
To burn me up.
Inside out.

That's not a pretty story.
Not a fairy tale.
People want happy poems or depressing fables.
Ones that they don't have to look in the eyes afterward.

I have no interest in sharing doubts that gnaw away at my fingertips or the fears that grind my teeth.

Everything is fine
Is fine
Just
Like
This.
Just leave it.
Leave it alone.

It will go away
Or it will **** me yet.
No need.
the angel amongst us

~for Alexander, master splasher~

flexibility is important when poetry writing in a warm tub and a long day ahead is scheduled; so willingly accept the autocorrect
for I am both an experienced poet and bath soaker and
believer in wondrous mystery and unexpected fumbles
that lead to to miracle touchdowns

~•~

the two mathematicians examine the angle, measure the degree of difference at intersection and bless it with an identity,
calling it by its name,
perhaps obtuse, perhaps right, perhaps both

two sets of eyes examine the angle,
study its ****** expression

the old man says:
see the angle on the clock formed by the big handle on the twelve and the little hand on the eight?

this is angle of eight o’clock:
time to stop the splashing and start the get-readying
for we have miles to go before the ocean can say hello!

little angel says angle no go
and slashes the water with both
hands to establish the firmness of his views
and change Einstein’s time from present to future

the angle depends on the perspective of the viewer

the old poet comprehends leaving a warm tub is a regretful thing

but he measures the degree of difference at this
intersection
of time and bath and blesses it with an identity

“time to go”

the angle of my angel is now 2 pointed arms, pointed straight up,
at the twelve o'clock,

as he stands up in fevered protest,
my arms sweep his little legs to
a point at eight o’clock,
angel, commenting on his swift flight
disputes the grandfathers physics

"no go now,
now go later^"

though the angle is unchanged
the perspective of time and space
(and traffic),
yet differs

one sees an angle,
the angel sees time
eternally folding in on itself


that is the angle amongst us
^Surprising as it may be to most non-scientists and even to some scientists, Albert Einstein concluded in his later years that the past, present, and future all exist simultaneously. In 1952, in his book Relativity, in discussing Minkowski's Space World interpretation of his theory of relativity, Einstein writes:

Since there exists in this four dimensional structure [space-time] no longer any sections which represent "now" objectively, the concepts of happening and becoming are indeed not completely suspended, but yet complicated. It appears therefore more natural to think of physical reality as a four dimensional existence, instead of, as hitherto, the evolution of a three dimensional existence.

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