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Jagged,
Scuffed,
Cut...
Alone.

A part of me is missing.
Personification of a puzzle piece.
it’s one of those mornings
where I just want to run,
mama.

I get up, only to
brush my teeth,
comb the knots out of my hair,
and put on dainty heels
(to make dainty gestures
to important men
in business apparel)
and spend eight hours
using my false eyelashes,
bright voice,
and candied lips
to appease the disgruntled populace.

my inner goddess flails her arms
recklessly, bruising my heart,
my lungs,
my stomach,
my soul,
her cage.
every day
I hear her sobs
emanating from my core.

is this what you raised me to be, mama?
a little bit of a
slave to the system
and sucker for the city?

if I were to throw it all away,
what would they call me?
what would they do to me,
were I to abandon
my heels for bare feet
melting into the damp Earth?

like some ancient character
in a brilliant mythology
I want to let it all burn
just to rise from the ashes
all over again.
vanity calamity, sickening insanity
trying to be myself when all i see is
profanity
running out of wall space and spots
to keep my clothes
try to fold them up but my talent's not
in rows
floor's covered in dust, pencils and
carpet throws
gotta hide my stuff instead of just dispose
I'll hit the pavement before i take another step
my balance is off, body made of things from
where i slept,
tin cans and wrappers, i try to remove
my husk, but i can't in the dusk
my biggest fear is abruptly ****** to the surface
i have no purpose
i'm beginning to rust
I approached you
And the flash light
Of your voice embraced me.
It was somewhere, near the divine idea.

I hadn't met you before, but
When we united our voices
To be together in this way,
I felt the eternity floating in the air,
That kind of white eternity
In which, everyone wants to stay.

So many people crowded in between us
That we seemed to be two points on a world map.
So long was the distance in between us
That we seemed to live

One at the North Pole
And the other one at the South Pole.

It was the time when
The sun was declining beneath the blue horizon
In a ring of fire
And the moon was rising in the same sky,
And the coming night was embracing
The leaving day.
It was our twilight.

It was the time when
The stars began to
Appear on a new dark sky.
I began to be afraid of losing you.


I took the elapsed seconds
To hang them on the 'Lyre' constellation.
The existent seconds flowed into there
With a terrible rapidity,
Letting those, which were new to come to life.
A new time was born,
In which, we became existent one for each other.


I felt that you wanted to touch me.

I heard a tenderness in your voice.
Our feelings flowed into
The 'Bird of Paradise' constellation.

Suddenly, a rain of stars began to fall down.
I didn't know if it was a real rain of stars
Or a firework, I didn't know
Whether we could really embrace each other,

But I felt
That I was irreversibly transformed
Into another new woman.
free verse
 Feb 2012 Zack Turner
JL
Mohammed
 Feb 2012 Zack Turner
JL
The whole city is dry
Dust collects around the feet of skeletons who rest against the streetlamps
Drunken schoolboys ride down the side walk
Swaying back and forth to unknown music
Like a dandelion in the moonlight
****** packs of dogs roam the streets
Looking for a corpse
Licking the bones clean
Buildings rise tall and white
A row of teeth gnashing together against the light
The ******  moon  is ashamed at the beauty
Now rusted and broken
Long legs that step from torn black limousines
Tall women in ripped black dresses
Sway hips in the hot summer night
Hair standing on end at the thought  of  alcohol
******* raddled coat checker
Watches with a cigarette
Dangling from his lips
White blazer splashed with mud
On his left shoulder

There I was
Slinking down the back alley
Looking for a store bought life
Long lost in some war
Maybe it is the call of the jazz club
Dying on the corner
Or my hand locked to a paper bag
I got from the gas station
Maybe it was clouds
Laughing at me
I am jealous of their freedom
As the float past me
Pointless as a puddle
I stepped into the gutter
Black water  to my ankle
Knee deep in depression
But the air was warm
Lights danced like candles down the winding street
Who knows where I’m going
I don’t seem to mind
 Feb 2012 Zack Turner
Marie Rose
We dressed in knee length skirts,
Rain boots covering black tights,
And though I haven't seen her since London,
We ran out onto New York streets.

"Now I see why people do this," she laughed,
"We're bound to get lost."

But I didn't say anything,
Feeling the pressure from her linked arm,
Little girls gone out to play.

We lingered down the busy streets,
Sweet chatter filling the air,
Until we walked up to our childhood home,
Though I haven't been in a year.

And when I turned,
She was standing there,
Hair shorter,
Years younger than the day she passed away.

"Are you free?" I asked,
Knowing she would be gone when I woke.
Copyright Marie Hess 2010
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