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 May 2013 bambi
modelb0nes
We're both quiet, why
I want my presence stained in your sheets
I want my lips against every part of you I can reach
I want your hands and the flowers from your ribcage against me I want
us, interconnected like the star crossed lovers
that we were suppose to be I just want
you. And not just to sit in silence with
 May 2013 bambi
HAZ
O water
bitter salt water
come fill my eyes
empty my dreams

O water step down from these
mountain slopes
faint smoky valleys shall come your way
pass them
a village will come, my home
go to my home
empty my dreams

On these mournful silent nights
stay wide awake
if you find tiny birds caged in my eyes
free them
melt these seasons heavy with snow
turn the seasons green
empty my dreams

O water
bitter salt water...
Translation of Urdu poem by Gulzar.
 May 2013 bambi
Little Wing
They're telling me to stop.
stop breathing.
stop thinking.
stop thinking im okay.

They're telling me to start.
start cutting.
start bruising.
start thinking bad thoughts.
start locking myself up inside.

i look around,
theres no one there.
who are they ?
why are they doing this to me.
its like im bound.
bound in my mind.
i think 'they' might be 'me'
i dont want to come to reality.
i dont want to know that its actually me causing all this pain.

i hear voices when theres no one around.
 May 2013 bambi
Sleepy Conscience
Outspoken but not obnoxious
Kind but not weak
Friendly but not obsequious
Deep but grounded
Loving but discerning
Intelligent but not pretentious
Focused but with perspective

You smile with your heart, not your face
And I will always smile back
Giggling like a tickled baby
 May 2013 bambi
Joshua Dougan
I didnt grow up nice, I didnt grow up mean.
I grew up fast, I bullied, then I Went green.
I didnt throw up signs but I've blown up beats.
Too few and too fast but never tongue in cheek.
 May 2013 bambi
JD Connolly
Low.
 May 2013 bambi
JD Connolly
I escaped the irons blowing kisses to future fathers-
I escaped the bronx cheers and      lack of filligre,
I escaped the

"shut your mouth, old hound-
lend your ears to the lack of me."
 May 2013 bambi
Matsuo Bashō
A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
    the chrysanthemum's flowering.
 May 2013 bambi
Jessie Pitts
I don't love my body.
But I love my body with yours.
I don't love the rain.
But I love the rain as it drips from your bottom lip.
I have memorized you,
And I know you.
And like this you know me.
I know every inch of your skin.
Every scrape and scar.
I know what hurts you,
For what hurts you, hurts me.
I want to hurt when you hurt,
I want to cry when you cry.
And laugh when you laugh.
Then hold our breath together.
I want to inhale your exhale.
And give everything to you.
I want to look at you forever,
The way you look at me.
I want to hold your face in my hands,
The way you hold me together everyday.
You are my keeper.
Keep me well.
And everyday ill keep your heart,
Inside my heart.
I love you from its deepest depths,
And from its highest heights.
When you walk, I walk.
My footprint fits in yours.
What fills me is you.
What kills me is you.
My heart, My keeper, My love.
The morning after was cold.
I shielded my eyes as the blinds cut
open; scratched glass gives
way to a beautiful summer morning.

Avoiding my pupils at all cost, you
scurry out of bed and mechanically toss
your clothes atop that slender frame
just in time to say,
I should go. I can't disagree.
I haven't the conviction.

The sores on my arm have all but blackened;
bruises beneath the surface of my
skin retell the night like a lost tape:
we came home, we made love,
we rode a euphoric steel railway in a lumpy,
benign mess of an evening.

Now it is morning. Birds are chirping,
children play games in the street.
Light shames to shine on our battered faces.
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