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 Dec 2012 bethiem
Merce Bri
I am just an invisible fool. Falling, alone, Through a hole I dug. Deep, deep, deeper. With bare ****** broken hands that cant hold you or hurt you or make you feel or see. They are clasped underneath this table, as your eyes say love but your mouth says friend. Shaking wildly they ache to touch to caress to cup your face and...

What are hands made for? You ask
me, like I can answer
I can't. Not with
Out revealing my
skin, my cracked skin
I broke when I
upturned the earth beneath
my feet
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Merce Bri
like to lay
on chests
You say that yours is not
wide like seas or tall like mountains.
But, my head, fits right above your
heart. and my arms can reach
across to the other side.

All that matters is that I can check that you are breathing.
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Merce Bri
Doors
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Merce Bri
I have been knocking for a while
my knuckles are bleeding ,I broke a nail
and the neighbors are staring

i am confused

once you held me close to your chest and we smiled into each other
once you touched my hand and let my fingertips rub your arm
once i knew your scars and they did not matter

but today,
today i am standing outside in the rain and it is cold
today you pretend you are not home
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Nathan Green
As the time of dusk fades, and the air is tinted steely blue,
The whole of my perceived world relaxes and exhales its colors;
They slowly flee from me, and I am left in a shadowy night,
I am frightened for my very life.

But dancing colors begin to ooze out from underneath the fabric of the darkness,
dancing yellow firefly lights, they surround me.
They sing the song of all the days colors; in their glowing brilliance
They are so pure they exist within me, living, breathing,
And I blink.
I have to check that they are still there.
They must be there.
Its rough. Thoughts.
 Dec 2012 bethiem
LDuler
The death plant comes creeping in the door crack
Slithering and wrapping around all that is near
It clings and adheres to everything close
I keep cutting it but it keeps coming back
I keep snipping the leaves, black at the tips
Turning upwards like sinister lips
And trimming the edges but it just
keeps
coming
back
Life-line, Death-vine by Geneviève Pardoe Macchiarella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Gabrielle Diaz
You lured me in that night
with words that concealed
the monster you’d unleash.

Then it just-
Hit me.
Like a red block of concrete,
a bone-breaking brick
smashed straight into my face.
With every poisoned syllable
that poured from your mouth,
another jagged tooth
sunk into my flesh.

Disbelief struck the side
of my head like a baseball bat,
while Sorrow tore through
the very flesh of my heart,
a bullet sent from Hell itself.

All of my blood
that once coursed through
my veins for you,
now in puddles on the floor.

You left me,
lifeless.
The first poem I've actually been able to write about that night.
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Makiya
I don't want your
soul-*******, your
pick-me-up lines.

I just want enough air in this room
and enough space in this town and
enough corners in my brain
to hide in.

I just want a bed at night to lie in,
I just want an atmosphere without holes in it,
I just want you to stop
looking at me
like that,

and I just want to give you this
hole in my stomach
where food used to flourish,
the people used to live forever and
the point of everything was that
it made us happy.

I don't want to settle for
the background of a chagall.
I want the lovers, too.
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Christa Lust
When I tried
You told me I will be beside you
When I told you I was hard to love
There was no response
Was that for my own good?
I've been to the moon and have had the realizations of a starving artist
You knew that,
You knew I had no warmth,
And when I left I would always becoming back
I was never gone to stay
I know that you loved me
I know that you wanted to come to the moon with me
That you wanted to understand my art
I knew that when you left
You were gone to stay,
You are gone to stay
But you were never mine.
And I will always be yours
 Dec 2012 bethiem
Sarah DeeSarah
I can't make you want me.
I can't make you care,
About my feelings or emotions,
You left my heart bare.
I cry over you,
Although I know it wont faze you.

Tears fall from my eyes,
As I try to forget you.
It hurts to be unwanted,
Left to the side,
Forgotten about in the blink of an eye.
I feel so insignificant,
So incredibly small,
Knowing that I meant nothing at all.

But I can't make you want me.
I know you don't care.
As much as I want you,
You'll never be there.
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