Dudes with Pens

-Lea

That Child

Lost efforts of everyone you know

you walk as if it was your last

deep into the sorrow and pain of yourself you enter a room

that child sitting ever so still

the one mourning her failed efforts kisses the blank pages goodnight

for tucked away are the secrets no one knows but her and her sanity

Wanting to free the pain she once endured

you watch and wonder why she’s so lost

whispers of voices focus upon you as the sinking pain lurks through that room

you place a hand on that child

the warmth is overtaken by the thought of disbelief

as the glare of blank pages is nothing but those of your own

waiting to be filled

a tear rolls down the cheek of the child as she whispers look what you’ve become

distilled from thought whirlwinds arise as those pages fill with every ounce of your body and soul

ending with good night it all fades into the horizon

As you kiss yourself goodbye with new hopes of freedom you see that child in you

As every minute passes she grows as you and fades as you

-Rachel

untitled

staring into the abyss of darkness
until the silence becomes too loud to bear
grasping at ends of desire so hopeless
then again love was never meant to be fair

-Freda

let go

she stares back at her reflection in the mirror
at the ugly mascara stained tear tracks that imprint her face
and the dark brown eyes that hold so much insecurity and confusion
wisps of black hair she hides behind caress and frame her face with grace
and she asks herself
why she can't escape the hurt she's held on to for so long

-anonymous




The Blackboard 2

On the cold, smooth surface
White curves spring alive.
Out of the rectangular greenish board,
Each letter and word
March around, squeaking.