Something of Worth

By Hopeless Hopeful

This whole time without you here
made me wish even more that you were here.
This place is so beautiful, this place right here.
I scream for you to know, but you don't hear.
I want, I wish, I desire, I long for
the way it was, the way before.
Before you knew I was nothing worth caring for,
although I still see you as something worth dying for.

Janie

By: shira

Janie’s hair is really red
So much that it stinks
And the girls spray it down with glue to keep it from curling

Rock star glasses in a schoolgirl satchel
Church mice would love to watch her whisper
For fear she’s quieter than they
And still causing more ruckus than their swishing tails

Crash home from school
Don’t skip so, you’ll skin your knees
Less ladylike than losing your head
Over popularity

Spreads her tangerine fingers apart
She’s been ransacking color from the sky again
Put it back and set it blue

Mother may she
Step inside a messy cleaned-up
Well-lit nursery
Keep her there till she’s aware she’ll commit to docile ways

Janie throws the sewing basket down
Picks up a paper cup
And fills it with the things she’s never said
But only swallowed
Spits them out sprinkler style
On herself, so she can see
The mirror droplets streak
Wipe off your reflection, young lady

Abandons rags to clean the work of art she makes
And leaves it for the bees
To make sweet when she is sour

Sly up the stairs
Meet her at the railing overhead the chandelier
Let your weary bound-up body unwind
And dance too fast for slower-moving minds

Janie’s hair is redder than the others
She moves faster than their mothers can say stop
Keep dancing, Janie
Step through the hoop into a longed, loved world
Cringing

tracks

by Turtledove

Like a puzzle
with names like memories
you placed in my path

For me to unfold
Opending like Jesters
to kick my shins and
laugh as I double over

Because I don't remember
I can't remember

Those things are just more
important to you

You never tire...
And you don't mind reminding me

S.A.D. (Something About December)

by Hopeless Hopeful

History will always repeat itself,
no matter what the case.
You can see this to be true
by the tears that are streaming off my face.

There's just something so cold
that comes with December,
and it's not the arctic air
that makes it hurt so much to remember.

Remember, remember...
What's there to remember?

The troubled look in your eyes that pierce through my being,
the sad tone in your voice that would make angels shed tears of their own.
Your words that burn my heart and mind into wasted embers.

Those are some sorrows that I will remember
that have become synonymous with the name of
December.

History will always repeat itself,
just like it has before.
And once again I am left broken and alone
while watching my heart fly away with you
out that same door.

See C Oh Two? (a dumb pantoum I wrote for Creative Writing)

by: Surreal As Sunlight

I can see my breath
Frozen in the air
Winter’s mist
The deathly kiss

Frozen in the air
Are the alone more alone?
The deathly kiss
That comes every winter

Are the alone more alone?
Winter’s mist
That comes every winter
I can see my breath

Takeout menu

by tinny tulle

You light up around me
Each and every time
As if it’s your last
Savoring the flavor
Lingering on your lips
Clenching it in between your teeth
Like a lion does its prey

Somehow that won you over
More than I ever will you
Your desire and longing for it
Is more than you’ll ever need me
They say I don’t know your past
The things that you’ve said and done
All those girls you’ve used
Just to have your fun
Promising them love forever
But truly just a one night stand

Yet you look at my mother and see something
That in which you didn’t see in the others
Love, innocence, trust; all that you never had
So you took her and used her for your simple pleasures
Knowing that she’d never be the same

Your drugs, your women, your life
All which you choose to keep in the past
Will be the stories you tell to me
Of “lies” “mistake” and “regret”
But with a small smile on your face
You tell them all the same

Not knowing how they changed me
Into something I hoped to never be
Just like you
The exact same story

But as they always say
We become our parents

Old George Washington dressed in Green

by: Surreal as Sunlight

The door slammed shut
like it has a thousand times before
I knew that sound
I knew it by my heart

Three out of the four entered
The usually loud cheeriness
I knew that loudness
I knew it by my heart

I showed my face
because you told me it was good to

Sometimes I wonder
If you fake it or not

Do you force this familiarity out of your throat?
Or does is it does it come naturally
through your clogged arteries
and stretched out veins?

You don't have to fake it for me.

I know your fakeness.
I know it all too well.

But last night
When everything I knew
struck me like it always did
And I was jolted
like the feeling you get
as the airplane takes off.

Did you plant the wrong seed?

Or was it just a completely different seed altogether?

There was once a time
where I would try to straighten myself out
like the crumpled dollar I rubbed against a vending machine
but it just wouldn't accept it.

Maybe you'd prefer
Solid change?

Realize

By Hopeless Hopeful


I cannot hate the flawless,
no matter how hard I try.
And I try.
But whenever I attempt this massive feat,
I am left with as much as I started with,
only
the hate that was meant for them
looks down on me instead.

Just like Vegas

by: Surreal as Sunlight

Perfect in the Night
But when dusk turned to dawn
You were hideous

Utterance

by tinny tulle

The closest you ever came to my heart
Was 3,000 miles away.
You came in the form of a letter
That stands by my bed till this day
Your hopes and your dreams you poured in it
Like marbles in a jar gaps between each one
You slipped through the cracks
All the way to the bottom
Finding your hopes in the bottom of yet another bottle
And future in a hole 6 feet down.

Again, and Not So Sweet

by: shira

If I never see you again, there will be no same delicious mistake

I hope you never see anything in me again
Because maybe if you don’t
Then I won’t feel any of you
That you throw me so mercilessly, your eyes

I can’t stand it when you look at me like that
There’s no choice but to be what I was then
And I want you to see me now
But your eyes reject the new picture

I refuse to take anything less than all of you and your eyes
Maddening
Because they’re beautiful
And you can’t even see that

by whitehorse


i sat down on the dancefloor
and watched the legs sway
while my date danced with another boy
who had come alone.

perhaps it was the fact that it was the last dance
or maybe the idea that i would have rather sat
that filled me with a sharp pain

all my life i have been included
i have been a part of something
i was born as white as bulbs
and i will die as clear as autumn

you see people tend to forget
exactly what they knew soo well
at this age

and maybe that wont justify my words
but that will make them soo much eaisier
to swallow

because a nature poem will last
it will stand the test of time.

"so the ocean creapt up to the shores
as the apple tree gave its lifes work to us
to pick
to eat
to spread around,
and just like my mother it grew twisted.
its fruit became bitter.

yet they never fall far from the tree"

Watching Green Glowing

By: shira

I sat seeing everything
Tuesday night on the porch
Inside phones rang and outside I sang
The loudest I ever did inside my head

The streetlamp shone a flickered chance at light
Wanting to light the whole neighborhood up
I watched it try
The yellow light turned weak green
Sick with mosquitoes meeting above it
And queasy, while the moon had no chance in helping

So it glowed a green
A darker green than ever
And I stayed outdoors to watch it
I couldn’t go inside where I'd look right through white light
Because this new one was deeper than before
And I could see the world on the other side of it

I listened for cars coming home this late
People retreating from night appointments
Don’t hit the mailbox old man
I’ll have to replace it again
And use the fifty cents you pay to buy a green bulb for my room

Inside from way up here
Up the faded stairs on the second floor
I see the top of the streetlamp
It’s glowing sickly way up there amidst the moonrise
For a color that means fresh and new things
I blink back drops of laughter
At the silly green that I watch glowing