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 Nov 2013 xxx
brooke
For Chris.
 Nov 2013 xxx
brooke
i remember
all your scars
even the ones
on the inside
the ones you
tried to hide
(c) Brooke Otto 2013

i've been avoiding this poem.
So,

I'm trying to
Understand you
Even though
I don't really
Want to
Smooth tricks
All the mental
Ticks
And tocks
Of the brain

Your penchant
For spending
Time alone
And also not
Deep in thought
Guzzling on
The distinguished
Stigma
Of holding
All the
Cosmic grudges

Finding depth
In cantankerous
Plot twists
Keep on adding them
To your
"*******" list
Just see
What you'll get
Keep having
Your fits

Each one
Of your
Personalities
Will double
And you'll
No longer know
Which one caused
You the trouble
You'll fall
When you wake up
And ill-starred
Unaware
Blundering
Through the dark
It's sad to say

You'll forget
Who you are
The slow process of forgetting who you are.
An admonition to myself, and those who wonder.
 Nov 2013 xxx
Jake Spacey
reflux
 Nov 2013 xxx
Jake Spacey
don't step near the burning bush

beyond the drapes of his beard
billow his words, a balding, scalding heat
beyond your hands excusing their presence with no permission
rippling through caustic silk
that can't feel anything til the screaming
just to grab a hold of the trunk as an anchor
burnt to a ******* crisp inside your grip
roughly formed by rigor mortis
quickly turned to ash and swept away miles over the earth
long after your lungs have collapsed
curiosity killed the brats, a cosmic belch
broken down in his stomach acid as he chokes on his *****
caution
 Nov 2013 xxx
Zach Gordon
Sunk
 Nov 2013 xxx
Zach Gordon
Abandoned by comfort
Welcomed by nothing
Seeing the future
Hating the outcome

can't hear the screams
Or feel the pain
I walked on water
All I did was sink
 Nov 2013 xxx
Seán Mac Falls
When once I saw creation in your eyes,
My heart a seed, a finger rapt fist of bud,
A box of chaos, daring to be opened,
By a gentle house of reckless child, my heart
In the bracken field of surrender, saw deaths night,
The fertile light of stars in your face, cradled
In your fleshy shower of holy stone, your flame,
Your fire, nestled in your hair, undone.

— The End —