Solitude

By Hopeless Hopeful

Hugging my knees in this lonely room,
the one that is unfamiliar to
the presence of others
and knows only me.
The walls have absorbed my
every thought,
the bed has heard
every word,
and the carpet has tasted
every tear.
Nothing can touch me while I'm in here,
no one can step on the shattered glass.
I was not made for this world.

trees with walls between them

by shira

maybe i'm just sitting
so leaves won't blow
into my lunchbox
where they're not supposed to go

i wouldn't mind making breakfast
of earthly reminders
supposed humility
between God's creatures
are there any God's failures
take some of each
and make a life

i'm sucked into your silence
not wanting to succumb
to your maybe nots
and maybe soons
i'll stop
they'll stop
my heart
my head

father i am daughter
son you are another
glowing bug to catch
and ooh and ahh over
and scrape onto the sidewalk
his sneakers smell like rubber
his light exploits so well

you're unsure
i'm sure
i'm convinced of questioning
the mercy of a quiet
blaring through the wall
separates our rooms
through it beats a pulse
i'll stop
they'll stop
my head

railcar, of its pilot

by: open

Eerie and unfamiliar with shingle, I have tilled plains that were once infertile, and cavorted in frocks that previously lacked the structure of jeans.

beneath hands and pages
linguistic voyerism is
without gender
or
new pockets

practice a frame to its nail
out of a room or in through a closet

the door remained ajar

Fade Away

by tinny tulle

<>I can’t help you
And you can’t help me
But still we stand together
By the unfasten sea

<>Gazing out into the vast nothing
Thoughts racing through out minds
Leaving everything behind us
Leaving it all sift through time

<>It’s an impossible situation
You helping me and I helping you
But still I gaze into your troubled eyes
They are staring back at me so blue

<>The doubt in your eyes begins fades away
As you hold me closer to you
I know that we can’t help each other
And everything around us is askew

<>You take my hand and we dance
Dance underneath the stars
Right beside the sea
With nothing ever between us
This is how it has to be

A Forgotten Shore

by: Surreal as Sunlight

Maybe this sand castle
will reach me again
Teach me why
This all began

But the tide creeps up
it comes the furthest
when you never expect it

The daunting hands of the water
Haunting memories from your father
Grabbing every meaningful grain
We so miserably tried to save

Tiny rocks and glass
Massed to the top
Sink so fast
Through the holes they drop

And every memory
has fallen through this sieve
And they combine
to make this beach.

i've always liked hobos

by: shira

At times, your home is not yours
If you don’t like
Revolving doors
Without welcome mats

Maybe I’m being overdramatic
Extravagance is more credible than apathy
When you are trying not to make a scene
That everyone forgets

From home
He called
Asked if I was running away
And I said no
Puzzled at such a literal escape

I’d never leave a home that I’ve been given
And invited to make mine
Mere disturbances
Shouldn’t drive away
Anyone who’s ever wanted anything worth having

The Longest 4-6 Minutes of the Day

By Hopeless Hopeful

We are here,
and we are not.
I see you, I hear you...
I could touch you.
But I suppress that thought.

I no longer sense your
soothing presence, and
in its absence
I am empty.

Outside of your car, time moves so slowly
and this bleeding red light seems to be stuck in its place.
To mock me.

The crushing sound of silence
howls in my ears
as my mind desperately seeks
something, ANYTHING,
to ravage this barrier.

But in this state I am basic.

Conversations cheaper than small talk
report this week's weather forecast,
and then the silence kills me again.

Direct eye contact is impossible.
A genuine smile from you to me
is too much to ask for,
out of the question.

I see no change for the change,
nothing to seal a broken bond.

We have been reduced.
That is how it goes.

He would rip your throat out

by whitehorse

my street has always been
the darkest on this block
and not in the sense
that there have been a few deaths

but its a matter of sheer illumination

when we were kids i would walk a friend
halfway down my street
past the big pine trees
because thats where someone would hide
if they wanted to kill him.

and after we passed that we would sprint

him to his house
me to mine
our footsteps falling noisily
on the cracked pavement

yesterday, the diggers arrived
with industrial machines
all painted chalk yellow

and they started making holes
one by us
on by the thomas'
on by where the swanson's
used to live

and my street has always been
the darkest on the block
but now i can sense
that thats changing

kindergarden antics

By: dancing plastic bags

Chalkboard smiles
Watch over me as I sleep
Now next to my dream catcher
That has never worked
And probably never will

Im sometimes scared to go to sleep
Because ive never had one good dream
Ever

But maybe
Just maybe
Those chalkboard smiles will help