"desperate to overturn this unhappy fate"
Melody W 

As if cradled by a soft psithurism
then abruptly tossed into oblivion,
familiar leaves are cast from the oak -
frail corpses settling into the earth,
spirits ascending into the mist

Beyond the lonely trees
shrinking with the setting sun,
the little red farmhouse awaits
deserted now, the holding place
for breaths and sorrows

And still I can hear the ringing voices
from within these walls, echoing-
dissatisfied ghosts from my past,
desperate to overturn this unhappy fate

yet solemnly chasing the brontide
gracing me with neither word
nor final glance

©MW
"was her desperate attempt"
Tyler Loeslein 

The bottom of her shirt
is lifted by trembling fingers,
with bitten down cuticles
and chipped fingernail polish.
Her smooth stomach
becomes goose bumped
at it’s new nakedness,
but it doesn’t take away
from the flawless perfection
that is her body.
But she doesn’t know
that you see her this way,
that she has the potential
to become your muse.
Her choice to bare herself to you,
to give herself this way,
was her desperate attempt
to convince you
that you’re special.
That you’re worth it.
And instead of reaching out
to caress her naked torso,
you reach first to her face,
to smooth away the frown lines.
Because you don’t want this
to be a forced offering.
You want it to count,
to be real.
You’re not “that guy”,
you promise her.
Pulling her onto your lap,
so that instead of trying to convince her
by covering her body with yours,
they way so many of her mistakes did,
you’re actually hold her
You whisper in her ear,
“We’ll wait.”
It’s not her first time,
but it’s her first time with you,
and that’s enough
to make it special.

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"desperate to get on her good side,"
Tyler Loeslein 

When I pluck up the strength
to walk instead of drive somewhere,
like across campus to the caf,
I notice that most of the people
that are also walking to class
look like they had to
“pluck up the strength” too.

Looking at the vacancy sign
that replace their eyes
and the silent mouths
that don’t speak up
to tell me otherwise,
clue me in on a secret:
everyone is sad.

Seeing this sadness
makes the sadness inside of me
grow exponentially
because I know how bad it hurts
to feel lost and broken and empty
and my heart breaks
at anyone else feeling that way.

For a second, though,
I try and use their sadness
to  make me feel better
because at least I’m not alone
and at least I know
that other people have to fake it too.

But I can’t hold on
to thoughts like that
for very long,
because it breaks my heart
to know that someone else
has to feel this way
and I know
that they probably don’t deserve it,
feeling so sad and empty,
because I’ve tried
to bargain with Karma,
desperate to get on her good side,
but, “life isn’t fair” she reminds me.

"of the youth desperate to prove"
Tyler Loeslein 

Cliché’s painted onto high school walls
and the back of dingy bathroom stalls
lead the easily molded minds
of the youth desperate to prove
just how grown up they are,
like lemmings off a cliff
into forced lives
of being let down
by false expectations
and not being prepared
for what reality really means.
The captain of the varsity cheer squad
gives herself to the state ranked quarterback
underneath the echoing steel bleachers
after a homecoming victory,
sprawled out in the dirt
among dropped popcorn bags
and crushed paper cups,
she is blinded by her delusions
of this relationship being real,
and her dream of it lasting
past the hurdles high school presents,
are not plausible,
because as flexible as she is,
she was never meant for track,
especially not long distance,
while his frenzied thrusting
shows that the quarterback
definitely has it in him to be a sprinter,
but he sees this as just another touchdown,
and plans to get the extra point later,
with the cheer captain’s “best friend.”

"Desperate"
Anon C 

Are you a Black Sheep?
The one they all say is responsible
For every unwanted moment
So selfish
Ah yes, you must be self involved
Why?
Because you are different
Because they do not understand
What you are
That you are alone
Sad
Desperate
Wanting to be accepted
That is all a Black Sheep can ask
But Black Sheep you shall remain
It is alright friend
I understand

Written for a friend having a hard time right now.
"I call out none hear my desperate plea"
Anon C 

I feel the cold, it penetrates my soul
I look up, the sky is black like my thoughts
I sit and ponder, when will I be whole
All these days for happiness I have fought

People wonder, why are my thoughts so dark
It's a disease for which there is no cure
All this pain, on my soul there is a mark
If it will ever heal, I am not sure

I'm searching for the light, but there is none
My eyes are open and yet I can't see
I reach out for help but there is no one
I call out none hear my desperate plea

I'll keep on living each day feeling lost
Until happy lighted paths have been crossed

2005
"I call out, none hear my desperate plea"
Anon C 

I feel the cold, it penetrates my soul
I look up, the sky is black like my thoughts
I sit and ponder, when will I be whole
All these days, for happiness I have fought

People wonder, why are my thoughts so dark
It's a disease for which there is no cure
All this pain, on my soul there is a mark
If it will ever heal I am not sure

I'm searching for the light but there is none
My eyes are open and yet I can't see
I reach out for help but there is no one
I call out, none hear my desperate plea

I'll keep on living each day feeling lost
Until happy lighted paths have been crossed

2006
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