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They have a dusty coating
You can rub away with a finger’s pad
Leaving a small inky-skinned
Plum, wild, of dark blue hue
Found in hedgerows where
The blackthorn grows:
The sloe.

Pick in September
October even,
Its colour seemingly so at odds
With Autumn’s trends
Of brown and orange, red and gold
This prunus spinosa (or so it goes):
The sloe.

II

How this photo’s colours
spell autumn this dull
rain-threatening day we walked
almost empty fields so I could
crunch the stubbled wheat

and you might pocket sloes
to halt you said
that earnest kiss
or passion-promising
hug against the gate.
 Sep 2013 Joe Satkowski
Emma
they don't see what they've done to me
ripped apart my positivity, broke my spirit

i am a lost girl with no hope

and
i
*******
blame
each
and
everyone
of
you
not anything great, just so torn over how my family treats me.
i'm doing things for myself that they never could, yet they still tear me down.
i don't get it. i want to be loved every now and then as well
 Sep 2013 Joe Satkowski
Emma
I always relapse
in your arms
 Sep 2013 Joe Satkowski
AJ
I purged three times today.
This is the ******* life.
I hate it.

On the other hand

I showed my self control three times today.
I'm getting back on track.
I love it.
 Sep 2013 Joe Satkowski
AJ
I was literally *****
Over four years ago,
And I'm not over it yet.
I feel so ******* defeated.
And I've neer stop thinking
"I might as well just **** myself now,
Because this is pretty ******* pathetic."
But I'm still here.
And I think I regret the decision
To stay in this world.
But I'm not sure.
I'm just so ******* defeated.
And I know it's up to me to fix my problems
And be my own hero
And put positivity into my life.
But I tried
And I can't
And I'm weak.
And I realize it's supposed to be hard.
But I actually can't do it.
I hate him.
And I hate you.
And I hate who I am.
And I hate
I hate
I hate.
 Sep 2013 Joe Satkowski
JM
It is only at night I truly feel alive.
When shadows are thick
and the true movers
and shakers start
their business of
cleaning up our mess.

How heavy is your shadow?

I walk alone through most
of the *******.
Every now and then someone
tags along and it's always a blast
but then they go away
or I go away
and always I end
up with me.

I loved them
and
they killed me


I dream now of crossing
time and space with
a silver haired
beauty with big
Indian eyes and
a brand new spine.

We hold each other
close and new galaxies
are born with each
touch of our tongues.

We are Now

You are wet
and
I am hard
and
one day
our shadows will touch
and
then we will know
why we were
waiting.

*Breathe, darling
A lost soul wandering in the wilderness
For a thousand years
Searching, searching
But if you were to ask,
"what are you looking for?"
They would reply with one of two things
If you were a stranger they might say
"Something lost."
But if you were a friend
One they decided to let into their
High-walled fortress they have built
Only for their protection
They might reply
"I don't know how it looks or feels or tastes, but I do know when I find it I will know it is what I have always wished for."
 Aug 2013 Joe Satkowski
AJ
Nie
 Aug 2013 Joe Satkowski
AJ
Nie
I'm done.
So done.
MDO
Waves crash
standing tall like
Poseidon's staff
mountain of gold
fog cleared
and worries
disappeared.
Daniel Magner 2013
Where are we?
What are we doing?
Why are we placed here?


We have been plucked from ourselves
From our reality
From our homes


We have been given no instructions and fed with lies
You must fit in
You must be normal


We have been given new lives should we want them or not
Here you are
Here you go


And now here we stay
In this boring reality
Put in a box
Told our thinking must stay within


Let me out
Let me out
Let me out


I don't belong
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