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 Dec 2012 Ugo
Christina Jackson
Here in these meadows we lay,
beneath those orange crush flavored rays.
We sip our life away, through
these straw scattered days.
I cannot play this game, searching
the clouds for a picturesque
painting, we gaze.
All the while not knowing
what terror did reign,
beyond our backyards
and front porches, those days
were much simpler, in so many ways.
Not a wish could take me back, but
I really do think, that I'm okay with that.
© 2012 Christina Jackson
 Dec 2012 Ugo
brooke
Tarry.
 Dec 2012 Ugo
brooke
Through the twigs and savory green,
dry yellow sun bits. A wet vanilla perfume
lingering in sweat droplets, staining
that white tank-top too busy being
baked in, dead grass fastened to your
thighs a bit like tassels. I am sometimes
positive that you grew from the thirsty
dirt like a

cactus
(c) Brooke Otto
 Dec 2012 Ugo
Marty Funkhouser
Study
 Dec 2012 Ugo
Marty Funkhouser
Follow the formula right here in this old book,
you you might just be mistook,
for a fool with a mane
and a tongue with no old sayin'
 Dec 2012 Ugo
Alyson Lori Samson
Staring at a pole that reminds me of you.
And panic attacks. Her.
With your hand on her bare thigh.
My heartbeat quickening, eyes burning wet.
Escape. Tiny. White. Numb. Calm.
You don't see.
You don't know.
You're killing me.
That should be me.
Walk away, in silence.
Hurting. Alone.
It's over.
Months ago.
Let go.
 Dec 2012 Ugo
Courtney Joy
Time
 Dec 2012 Ugo
Courtney Joy
I encounter the whispering haze,
of  today.
I coast along the horizon
Looking.
Seeking.
Trying to see the wind as it feels.
spiralling through the windy path,
i'm guided by the stars;
misinterpreting twilight for dawn.
i rise to the screaming, screeching of the clock
mocking me
my immortality

im only ready when you are.
as i sweep along the coastline,
i graze the eternal whisper.
alone.
as one

i cant leave you
everywhere i go
i feel you
breathe you
hold you

just to let you go.

guided by the sun; its dismal rays
i feel the pain.
tears fall like rain.
the diurnal change, i cant explain
my body rests beneath the gilded guide;
oh, what it'd be to seek and find!
just to be forgotten.

my soul seeks but doesn't find; if only i had enough time.
how do i leave my souls mate
 Dec 2012 Ugo
Courtney Joy
Toppled soil swings in dismay of its greater sand.
It tries to stand but is stolen by the wind.
By the one winged bird who clasps onto its children.
Flees from its home to save tomorrow.
Shards of glass fall from the sky,
Reflecting what it seems to be,
Unable to dig deeper than the surface.
What you become is what you cease to be.
 Dec 2012 Ugo
Darbi Alise Howe
Today is the anniversary of nothing
The birthday of almost
And could-have been
On this fence post,
Balloon heads hang in shame
Their white faces
Grimly fixed upon the ground

Full of wasted breath
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