E: Favorites

May 2013 E

Amber S

i still **** my tummy in,
imagine it smooth.
my mom was surprised when i confessed
i was shirtless,
with nothing but my sports bra.
(at least I’m tan)
you say you like my tummy,
and some days I do too.
i still slap my thighs,
imagine scrawny flesh,
stretch marks are lost among
photoshop wonderland.
i’m an hourglass figure, you say,
but I find it silly we compare body types
to glasses, and fruit,
for we are a combination of things,
we are stars, and seas, and candy,
and railroad tracks that sometimes go around in circles until
we *****.
i still see my limbs as different people,
and i wish i could detach them like the toxins in my lungs.
people like my ***,
so maybe that’s why I move it so much when I’m drunk.
people say I’m Arabic,
people say I’m Mexican,
people say I’m Muslim,
but really I’m all of those combined into a mixing bowl,
and one day maybe, I’ll make cupcakes
and swallow them whole.

May 2013 E

Blueberries

May 2013 E

Daniel Magner

Blueberries

My worst fears have come true,
I'm just a face in the crowd that
means nothing to you.
I've got a ****** apartment with two dudes
dropped out of school to fly
but cash shot me down
And I swear someone taught my demons to swim
because I can't seem to get them to drown.
It's like I'm stuck in immaturity
I'm a twenty-something nobody,
twenty-something nobody at all.

May 2013 E

Thin Dough.

May 2013 E

brooke

Thin Dough.

(in the silence
he is doing the
worst of things)

(I'm afraid that
one day he will
say, I'm so sorry
so sorry, I did
what I said I
would not)

(but my fear is
unwarranted,
that would mean
that I wanted to
believe--that I
trusted in what
I should not)

so in the end
it's still my

fault.

(c) Brooke Otto

May 2013 E

I refuse to cry.

May 2013 E

poetrylover17

I refuse to cry.

I refuse to cry,
Because i don't want you to be the cause of my pain.
Because if i do, my tear ducts might go dry,
and put the rain to shame.
Because i don't want you to be the reason for my sadness.
Because you definitely don't deserve that.
you were the most cheerful person ive ever met, surrounded by an aura of happiness.
I don't want you to be so great and still break my heart.
Because i don't want you to bring me tears.
Because i don't want to believe you're not going to play your part.
Because i don't want to believe you're really not here.
I don't want to cry because you never let me do it before.
I don't want to cry because it would mean you're not here anymore.
I refuse to cry because that's the opposite of what you'd want me to do.
But i still do cry, because i never realized what i had, because its true...
That i took you for granted and before i knew,
Without a warning you've gone, without a goodbye...
I guess i deserved that, you left leaving me here to cry.
But i'll battle my tears, for you i will try.
Since even though you've gone, you still left me a present like you always used to...
the beautiful memories once a part of my life, i'll always hold onto.
I refuse to cry.
But even as i say those words, i cant help the tear which escapes my eye.

May 2013 E

Haunted

May 2013 E

Ellie Taylor

Haunted

I am happy.

Finally, happy.

But sometimes, when the wind blows in just right and you can smell that hint of clean before the storm,
Or on quiet nights alone when the house is still and I lie curled under my cool sheets waiting for sleep,

The memory of what you were to me creeps inside and grips my heart.

When I’m blanketed in silence and the slight pressure in my ears is enough,
Or when the telling of another’s grief leaves me feeling heavy, knotted and small,
and then I realize it’s because I know.
I know that we have matching pieces of dark in us, them and me, and they recognize each other.

I am happy.

But to live is longing both to never forget, and never remember. Because forgetting means that piece of your soul and that fragment of your life were never really important, and remembering is proving that it was important enough to break you.

Finally happy.

But sometimes, when my heart beats and I can hear the sound of my own breath, I’m haunted by everything we were, and will never be.

And I remind myself again to forget.

May 2013 E

Don't show me sympathy.

May 2013 E

Tonya Cusick

Don't show me sympathy.

I asked for it,
I really did.
I pushed you away because I could.
She was never toxic ,she never bit.
She never doubted me, and for that I feel like ****.
I can't take back what I said or my actions that took place, I can't take back words and just erase.
The damage I have done.
Her eye's I imagine to be red and with tears,
She has no limit, no anger, no fears.
She's not held back by me anymore.
And for this I am forever in sorrow.
Don't sympathize me.
I am cruel, I am unfaithful and for that I am a fool.
Don't sympathize me.

Pretty drunk right now.
And sad.
What of it?