MARTINE TUREAUD

LOVE







Love, am I invisible?
Did my heart not call out his name?
Were his feelings just so miniscule?
Or was Cupid just shooting without aim?

Love, I am not to be outdone
but why have you left me to fend for myself
I don't want to learn this lesson
I don't like the cards I have been dealt

Without dwelling in the negative
How can I be positive?
When I have all this love to give
To the one who has no intent

Of giving it back to me
My heart has painfully
given it's all, you see
Please Love, set me free

Love, you were only a guest
you didn't come to stay
so take this suffering off my chest
and give me dignity and point the way

To a place of freedom
To a place of peace
So that when I feel I need him
The pain will begin to cease

It's more than just the lonliness
I feel like I have nothing
It's a terrifying emptiness
and even more...gut wrenching

I'm trying to be the friend
I have no regrets of those moments I shared
But now that it's come to an end
Conversations are so hard to bear

But because I love him so
And he loves her now, I know
Love, I have to let him go
So that in their hearts you'll grow.

God blesses me everyday
so I'll take my blessings and run
Eventually, I know I'll be okay
I guess love is not for everyone

©2012 Martine Tureaud

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SAVERIO CARUSO

UNTITLED






She looks at me, I look at her.

She looks at me, I look at her
It always starts with a glance
But this glance turned into a dance
She looks at me I look at her
A feeling takes over that I cant control
She winks, I blush
You can say she got me in a trance
With the look, wink and dance
She looks at me, I look at her
On our first date, she pulled the chair
I stopped and glared
She could be the one
It’s a feeling I can’t control
Just a kiss on the lips
Sealed the deal
She looks at me I look at her
She’s dressed in white with a vale
covering her face
I wink, she blushes
And now you may kiss the bride
She looks at me, I look at her
It’s truly a feeling I cannot control.

©2012 Saverio Caruso

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KESHA MURPHY

Love Hate








I've reached a love...
that's like the sun...
this love high is like....
Soaring higher...
low ,then higher....
with skylight...lit...
which are pleasures of my affection,
enduring and manifesting
all my saved-up wishes...
words of regret start coming out.
We all know the expression of this
thing called unconditional love ,
anvils...
and fills voids in my heart,
toys with my mind...
but, is endeared in my soul...
each and every time...
you hurt...
my pain...
aches...
you cry...
my tears flow and interlace with yours..
during your sadness...
when your angered...
it steers my sanity...
into an perspective view...
as your face then lights up with gladness..
through it all you must remember...
my love for you is unconditional...
will continue to burn
my heart remains yours and stands firm.
Every time we embrace
our lashes of sorrows...
loads of problems
And love hate passionately meet...
during this unconditionally...
cycle of our love hate!

©2009 Kesha Murphy

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FIORDALIZA CHARLES

I WAS LOST...










I had no sense of direction
Did I mention...
I did not know another way
But...
Now that I am FREE
I think I understand
Why I've never been in love
I was too busy
Chasing
Replacing
and never gave Love a chance
I just, wanted to be romanced
Even tried to
Blame others for my flaws
Because
I did not know
How to love
I was living in...
The illusions
Dissolutions
About love
Who was I to trust?
Can you blame me?
Love did not come easy
There was no manual
Instructions
or
Introduction
I had to learn
The Hard Way
Everything on my own
Like a baby crawling to walk
One Step at a time
I was lead to believe
I knew all about love
But
I was such a fool
Because
I was like a child
Without a clue
In the world
Lost
Left alone
Confused
But...
Now I know
That
In order to love
anyone
I
must
Love
Me
Too

© 2012 Fiordaliza Charles

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BRYAN WINSLOW

LADYFRIEND I.M.










sweet voiced temptress with
dark brown tresses who
offers me no stresses but
causes pulse to quicken often..
find out that i soften the hardshell surrounding me
around you..
call you sometimes,
just to hear the sound of you
possibly saying i'll call you black
Grin to myself
I'm ok with that because,
i can wait...
Hate the fact that I'm gumpish around you
And i know that gumpish isn't even a real word
But that's part of what I'm saying to you
I take the risk of sounding foolishWith the hope that maybe, you'll feel a little more comfortable
Special
If i tell you that I'll never call you baby
And mean it
And if you feeling special means that i have to call you by the name
Given you, which may prove to be quite an obstacle to me because
I barely call anyone by their given name
(I mean I call my mother Mom, and Grandma never named her that)
Then, i got you
Hello ladyfriend

Copyright 2011 Bryan Winslow

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BRANDON VITTNER

I Am Poem








I am thoughtful and hopeful.
I wonder why people think I'm a sophomore.
I hear my mom is getting better.
I see my grandparents getting older.
I want my dog to be a puppy again.
I am thoughtful and hopeful.

I pretend I'm still in middle school.
I feel like I'm growing up to fast.
I touch the pen in my hand.
I worry my dog won't be alive for another year.
I cry that my family is falling apart.
I am thoughtful and hopeful.

I understand that I need to be responsible.
I say I will be successful.
I dream to fix many problems.
I try to do the best I can.
I hope to leave a permanent mark in the world.
I am thoughtful and hopeful.

I Am Poem
I am bored.
I wonder when school is over.
I hear blah, blah, blah.
I see random words on this page.
I want to go home.
I am bored

I pretend I'm listening.
I feel like I'm going to fall asleep.
I touch the pencil and pretend i'm writing.
I worry I might miss my bus.
I cry inside that i want to go home.
I am bored.

I understand I should pay attention.
I say I want to go home.
I dream of going home.
I try to stay awake.
I am bored.

Copyright 2011 Brandon Vittner

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RONELLA ELLIS

UNTITLED





I’ve been released from the sterile touch of potential
Awakened
Seeing Steel ice bars convincingly warmed my perceptions of love in the past
No longer held captive
Melting in the poetic prose of time space and
the opportunity
To welcome an alternative theory of persistence

Waited for you
Waited for dreams to come true blue and maroon
these palpitations my heart drums would strike a cord so voluminous,
its power could beat light and sound across the finish line
I’m finished lying
To myself
without acknowledging your lack of matriculation
I’ve completed the course from which you’ve withdrawn Thinking
I was a head of the class
Never realizing as I passed love notes and wrote papers that
I was in a class all by myself
Looking for a nutty professor to teach me about the sanity of love
The sanctity of love could not evolve from this madness
Turns out you became a fad just
To disappear in a trend fashioned by selfish designer labels
Labeling my intentions an inner tag reading:
Made in your USA (Unavailable Sorry Ass)

And I uncloaked myself in you
I soaked this garment to wash by heart and hand
That which was too delicate for machines
Unable to handle the toss and twist of a full load
I rinsed and rung out tears that stained this cloth unclean
And hung you out to dry
Watching you drip away moments concealed in a factitious future
Causing me to become naked once more
And stand in a mirror with full appreciation for the stretch marks
Marking a stretch/my growth from this experience and for that I will always love you
Your garment called hope initially stood missing from my wardrobe when we met
yet became a uniform that imprisoned me
but faith broke me out from captivity and allowed me to add hope to my wardrobe
it became my fall/winter attire
now faith will retire fall and winter to weather the season of spring
planting the seeds to cover a land
cropping the confidence, clarity, and compassion needed
to materialize the reflection of a queen’s
essence as free flowing as a summer breeze


© 2011 Ronella Ellis

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MARIA S. DAVILA

TO MY MOTHER





Today is a remembrance of what I had lost. It took a toll and what a cost. It broke my soul. And ripped me apart. Shattered away I learned to restart. I had to learn to relive to release to let go. In all of my pain I had to show. That I could survive that I could go on. Living a life you gave me I had to carry no that you were gone. I had to rebuild a heart that was loving and kind. I had lost myself and had to re find. A way to live on a way to get by. To make it thru days when I didn't cry. But your smile was great your pain was so strong. It felt like a journey I had been on. But I know what you built here a person so strong. In that moment I knew you weren't wrong. You told me once I was tough. And I had to learn it with a lesson so rough. And I try my best to honor you in all the things that I do. You taught me stand strong in the things that I'd go thru. Mother my heart my angel in the sky. Dry my tears give me peace tonight. For my days are much longer my nights drag on by. Living these days till I close my eyes. I long for your love your smile that infectious laugh you had. I'm proud to say I love you our time make me glad. I took the time to love you to be your friend your child. And I will see you again no matter how long the while. My heart trapped your memories and there I will keep you. Where no one can touch you there you live true

© 2011 MaRia S. Davila

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LORRAINE TAYLOR

ELUSIVE LOVER











At a distance for miles around
I search for you, your pleasant smile
But you just seem so far away
I long for you, all night and day

I hope you are the man I’ve seen
In many of my liquid dreams
I can almost feel your gentle touch
You telling me you love me much

I imagine that you’re a chocolate drop
Who tastes my twin peaks and never stops
Who knows how to make my body sway
Trembling in orgasmic waves

But you just seem to be elusive
So I’ve come to a stark conclusion
That we will meet some other day
When you decide to come my way

© 2011 Lorraine Taylor

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A. SUPREME

COOL











I wear my sunglasses at night
Nevermind that the sky is devoid of light
Its only because as a general rule
The Artist must be always channeling cool

© 2011 A. Supreme

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