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 Jun 2013 Uzee
Samber
More or Less
 Jun 2013 Uzee
Samber
I don't want more. I don't need more. I can't ask from anymore from you. No more attention and no more time. I don't want more.
I don't want less. I don't need less space between us. I don't need less distance between us. I don't want less.
I am fine right here. A safe distance from you. I can't hear you speak and I can't feel you radiating. I can't talk to you and I can't touch you. I can't imagine the way you spill truths onto me and the way you can cover me with lies. You cover me so well I'm sure.
I am here at a safe distance where I can only think of the ways I would love to love you again. So new but so similar. So unafraid and bold. I am afraid of how fearless I am with you.
This is why I am fine right here. So far from you but wanting to be closer.
I will lie to myself about this space I say I am okay with. I don't want more of you and less of life. More of your words touching my skin and less of this clothing.
More moonlight dancing through fingers and less moonlight dancing through us.
I don't want more. I don't need less.
But I am sure that every lie that spills from my mouth is soon to be covered up.
 Jun 2013 Uzee
Cherry Cupcake
We can't seem to communicate like a normal pair
Arguing, yelling, ignoring each other
How am I supposed to believe you even care
While our once innocent love slowly threatens to smother

Blaming others for your own cruel deeds
Forgetting the rainbows we have been through
Neglecting your wife and children's needs
It's all black and white now, no color seems true


Daddy's yelling, mommy cries
Something about money and lies
Tomorrow is their 20th aniversary
What magic could she buy to make her parents happy?
To see their smiles again at dinner time
To hear them ask if she's doing fine

She grabs a sheet of snow white paper
Her pencils and some glitters
Draws a  rainbow and a light pink lily
All they need is some color in this family


Y.
 Jun 2013 Uzee
Cherry Cupcake
See them sitting there togethere
Like the knights of king Arthure
They look so happy, smiling, laughing
I'm no longer a child, the masks are falling

Oh how I'd love to break the game
Shout out loud: you're all so fake
talking behind backs before you came
drowning yourselves in hypocrisy's lake

Make peace now or leave my house
I don't need any more hatred around
fighting inside like cat and mouse
acting normal, laughing loud

Or you talk now and make peace
Or you don't, honestly I don't care
trying with you is like talking to trees
I'd love to shout that, as I lower my stare
They know that I know, they think I won't dare
It's not like that, I'm perfectly able
I just got attracted by the cake on the table

Later, maybe..



Y.
 Jun 2013 Uzee
Michael Valentine
on some level
it's about control
and i'm sorry about that
insecurity
always is

You are the other half of me
as i am the other half of You
and so if there's something
about You
or something You do
that i do not understand
then i'm not understanding myself
i'm unsure of myself
i'm the definition of
insecure

the Thing
whatever it is
the particular Thing
that i have failed to understand
about You
about me
is completely
and absolutely
irrelevant
what matters
what's important
is that

I

Don't

Understand

everything else
is just window dressing  

i need to understand
in order to feel secure
in order to maintain the comfortable illusion
that i have some control over my life
over myself
that I have some understanding of
who i am
where i am
what i'm doing
what the **** is going on

so when i'm threatened
by my own confusion
i make inquiries
i ask questions
i try to understand
desperately
urgently
crucially
i have to try
i have to

and besides
there's no harm in asking
is there?
 Jun 2013 Uzee
Moe
I’ve felt lost
Like tangerines being pushed into the
Discotheque of animosity slowly murdering each other’s nebula with
Arms crossed over and eyes blazing joints among the durable and dangerous
Architectures where the faculties of the skull
No longer admit the worms of the senses
How much time may be disjointed while everyone
Takes to their wondering sky
The glass floor the rock beaten path
The somber shadow of neglect justifies
My hiding from the world somewhere
I shatter into a billion pieces and slowly the collapse remembers how it once
Felt the ugly ball of lights thrusting each beam into my skin
A metallic taste in my mouth
The groovy red liquid that makes life dependable as painted laughs
Migrate to the other side of dawn
No one hopes for anything
Let it all disintegrate into the coming rainfall
Gathering in small odd shaped holes all over the cities belly
Barbwire disguises melancholy gasps of breath
I’ve seen you in those hours where anything can happen
And it does
No longer waiting at the long table
No response no self doubt
My particles coagulate in my throat
The simple thought disappears
A night of unrest turns your skin inside out as
The violence escalates into silent picture mode
Only thirst recovering from three days of religion
And no explanation is needed
I know when all those beautiful sad laughs you send out on every
Other month finally arrive I’ll be ready to open my eyes
Hold my hands out and receive you in full
Is this your spirit?
Or the glare coming off the street lamps
Just close the door
And lose all memory of me
 Jun 2013 Uzee
brooke
It's okay if
no one reaches
for me.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Jun 2013 Uzee
samasati
I lit a candle in an empty concrete room

the floor is concrete
the walls are concrete
the ceiling is concrete

the candle is wax and wick
and I am skin and blood and cartilage and bone and hair and nail and water and guts and sad

I lit a candle in an empty concrete room
the yellow light of the fire makes things look tenebrous and cryptic
there are tiny cracks in the skin on my hand like a million piece puzzle of the ocean
tiny cracks between tiny triangles and diamonds
they make my hand
my hand holds a match
the match lights a candle
the candle burns
in an empty concrete room

concrete reminds me of falling off my bicycle and scraping my knees
and dungeons
and the weeds that grow in the cracks of every sidewalk

candles remind me of Christmas
and yoga in the dark
and my step-mother hoping her house smells like home
and calming down

I lit a candle in an empty concrete room,
crying bitterly at seclusion
my heart pounded to the flame’s flicker and a heavy thought tumbled into mud,
thickening it
it dried and I couldn’t cry

I don’t mean anything to this candle or this concrete
but there is something about a fire in a room built so rough and quiet
that makes me feel like
my voice is heard
 Jun 2013 Uzee
Passion fire hope
It's a new day.
And even the mistakes I made yesterday....
Are washed away.
The things I fail at today...
Will be different from the things i fail at tomorrow.
I've learned it's okay to mess up....
That I can't be perfect for every body.
I don't like being stuck I'm the middle...
But to move on, I guess ya gotta start somewhere.
It's a new day (:
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