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MOST NIGHTS
By: S.M.
I lie on my bed unable to sleep,
In a suana that thickens whenever I breathe.
I toss and turn, the the sheets won't let go.
They cling like static with wet starch and salt.
A stream of fake yellow turns dark to dusk.
My eyes avoid the closet, which I'll never trust,
and the open window is a telephone
to next door, and the bachelors
who brag is beerstained voices about things bachelors might,
strippers,
"She called, you know."
"He's taking her out on Friday night."
Suddenly voices rip sharply through the humid air.
"Dammit!" they say. "What the hell!?"
"When will the Red Wings learn how to play?!?!"
Just repeating what their friends said,
Because they are hardcore, too, you know;
they've done girls in Cadillacs;
the sex was good, but the girl was trash.
A phone rings-
is it theirs or mine?
Theirs. He answers as i hang up;
I climb out of bed and shut the window.
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MY FLARE TO YOU
By: B.A.
Maybe a vision from within,
Something that doesn't need inquiring,
Thinking, wondering, questioning.
My darling,
My heart belongs
To you. Am i your Homer Simpson,
Your latin Lover, Raul,
The man who will teach you the tango?
What is it about you
That makes me loco?
What should i do?
I can't think of anything except you.
The only thing that makes sense to me is you.
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I LOVE
By: J.N.
The smell of cigarettes on your breath,
The taste of ashes on your tounge,
The stench, repulsive to anyone else,
But on you...I love to breathe your breath.
The taste of garlic and onions after a meal,
To kiss you, I wouldn't mind.
Lingering and repulsive with anyone else,
But on you...I love to taste your taste.
The smell of sweat and fading deodorant,
I'd love to cuddle up with you.
Rancid and repulsive to anyone else,
But with you...I love to smell your smell.
Your crooked front teeth don't bother me;
Your beauty enraptures me.
I love your beauty.
I wish you still loved me.
The demon that turned your heart to coal,
The pain you have caused me.
The chill, repulsive to anyone else,
But from you...I still love to love you.
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UNRESOLVED
By: Z
You're holding in your pending suicide;
And this time you will show no make shift bluff;
You think it will get better when you've died.
You ask me what I thought, I never lied-
I know despite your fears you're not a slut.
You're holding in your pending suicide.
Our bestfriend said that you broke down and cried-
The world's too much, yet never quite enough;
You think it will get better when you've died.
You keep your bitter feelings trapped behind
A weak facade that soon we'll watch erupt;
You're holding in your pending suicide.
The hospital's is no place for you to hide;
There's nothing in a sterile room to love-
You think it will be better when you've died.
"You've got something to live for," I replied
When you asked me how I still could laugh.
You're holding in your pending suicide-
You think you will get better when you've died.
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