SCORCHED WAVES
On March 9, 2012
by ERIC
The asphalt drenched with the sun’s rays
Taking swigs of the fountain of youth to ease the outcome
of which the wrinkles consist
But regurgitating the truth of the drought
Sun burns giving out like citations
The people pleading for clouds
The big apple rots in the heat
Sunlight stains the streets
And cripples the trees
Drying out the leaves
The Destination is paved with perspiration from the eyebrows
This sweat in beads
Is conquered by a slow gust
Of the summer breeze
Heat waves relief
Or calm to future grief
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SCARED
On March 9, 2012
by DAEZY
The world is trying to eat me alive
I swear
You look under my bed
And you’ll find my mom staring back at you
Are you scared yet?
I just saw Paranormal Activity 2
That thing is a nightmare-o-matic machine
I tried the Bloody Mary thing
And she was actually…pretty nice
Are you scared yet?
I had lunch with her
She bought me lobster
Or rather she scared the crap out of the cooks
Seriously
They literally ran into the kitchen and tried to shoot themselves!
But she stopped them and demanded them to make lunch
If Bloody Mary walked up to you with a bloody shoe
And ordered you to make brunch, what would you do?
Are you scared yet?
I know none of this is probably
BOO!
Haha, got you!
Are you spooked?
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MOTHER’S ARMS
On March 9, 2012
by ERIC
Cascade of a cadence
Radiant melodies
Resembling anything but hatred
Fast paced from the heart
Ending in stasis
Keeping hearts at home captive
Cardiac insulation
Away from harm
World’s protection
Maternal arms
Child’s self reflection
Mental injection
The apple gains seeds
After the forbidden fruit
Falls from the trees
Her recollection in a sentence
Nurtures my retrospect
Child’s provision
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PAINTED LIES
On March 9, 2012
by PAULA
Painted lies
Tell stories of the times you’ve cried.
I held you tight,
Stayed with you through the night.
Your blood ran free through my fingers
And I hoped,
For a moment,
The lowness of the blow,
The tenor of the symphonic show
Would get the best of you.
Your wasted smiles
Remind me of the times I wept in denial.
Concern and care fill up the empty space
Once compressed with air.
I’m the one who’s been there since the beginning.
I’ve helped you through the hard times,
The never happy endings.
The green eyed monster I hold inside tries to vanquish the hurt,
The despise,
The wonder of what she has that I don’t.
The chance of finding another like you
Is one in a number that,
More than likely,
Won’t ever appear.
So remember the next time she makes you shed these tears,
She rips through your heart and plumages through your fears.
Remember when she leaves you hanging high and dry,
Who was there for you the first thousand times?
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UNSTITCHING THE UNSEEN
On March 9, 2012
by BRANDON B
Intoxicated dreams is where everything is adjacent to what it seems, lies on lies, unstitching the unseen by its seams. Provident schemes followed closely by damsel screams lead the way that’s already paved. It’s never too late, they can be saved. Severely eerie smiles can be spotted for miles. Glassy eyes reflect no emotion, what do you see any devotion? Or the sorrow of a saddened weak-willed soul floating to heaven from an abortion.
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