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 May 2014 Riq Schwartz
Persephone
I wish I could tell everyone I love
how much I miss them
but I'm too immature
and I can't stand the rejection
of indifferent words.
So I just sit stationary, in my loneliness
staring out any windows
that will let me.

And I’m in a café alone
I look up
and in front of me
is a man sitting alone
facing the street
I can’t help but wonder:
Are you sad like me?
Would you like to put our empty together
and fill it with peace?

But I just stare rudely
while he calmly exists
it seems every person
is just how I imagine them to be
I tend towards half glass full,
luckily.

But I haven't a clue.

He exited the coffee shop
And will drift off of my mind
Until I read this again
And recall the time
I sat in a chair
Across from a man
I knew nothing about
But pretended I did
 May 2014 Riq Schwartz
Persephone
I wake up every morning
With a pounding in my head
An echo in my mouth
No one in my bed
I go to sleep at night with help
From a liquid paradise
A savior made of grapes
Old dysphoric antichrist
The creaks above my bed
keep me paranoid
is it just the pipes?
Or is it something more...
My demons have escaped my mind  
They taunt me now
From up above
where down below
I'm just a child
Frightened by the unknown
 May 2014 Riq Schwartz
Persephone
Venus in Cancer
cheeks flushed in rouge
quiet behind the noise of your ruse

love draped in blue
keep me far from your waves
i pollute calm oceans on the clearest of days

Shameful am i
regret in my voice, with this
sharp tongue sealing the coffin that carried my choice

it wasn't you, then
at least, not as it seemed
I loved you too much to let you near me

we should try again
when we get out of our heads
that may never happen, so I'll pretend instead.
written about someone i (almost) love(d)

wrong place//wronger time...always in sync but out of rhythm
 May 2014 Riq Schwartz
Christa H
"I met a boy who spoke like rain against windows."
Every syllable was the pitter patter of water on glass panes.

But the feeling he gave me was hurricanes on concrete.

"I met a boy who spoke like rain against windows."
The fluidity of the liquid would fill the crevices in my mind to the very tip and remind me that I was not alone.

You do not have to read the meniscus to look deeper into my being.

"I met a boy who spoke like rain against windows."
He formed his words and dragged them quietly across pavements, reminiscent of the deep tint of the clouds and the rumbling of thunder.

But when the sun came out,
I did not feel radiant
I felt alone.
I miss him. I love him. He was never mine.

I miss him
because I loved him; love him
without understanding the
how
when
or why

Lord, help me, I found the best kind of connection in the worst kind of unavailable.

No, really,

help?
So close
I can feel the tips of your toes touching mine
So close
I can hear the rising in your chest
So close
Yet the only thing that is met
Are your eyes upon mine

Too close
to be held so terribly far

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
I can no longer rest
I have been denied
Hustled and trembling from the hostility in words-
Words like a noose-
Ringing the tenderness out

Falling from clouds
I was built up-
Fastened in equilibrium above the ground
And when the brink of ****** came
The gravity began to pull me down

There is no easy landing this time around
I will come crashing-
Shattering-
Scattering the warmth of my emotions across the sweet hearts that lay at the bottom of your glasses

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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