week eight

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let's suppose for one moment that it was actually raining men.

rory bruggeman

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skull truck

my eyes are like two overweight astronauts

nobody wants to put them on a rocket

not even a really big one

i know that nobody believes me, but its extremely

disheartening

now, the only way i'm going to cheer up is if you buy

me the full house complete series collection

and its $109.99 on amazon

thats a lot of money!

the only way i'm going to be able to afford it is if i sell

a lot more plasma

and we all know that i probably shouldn't be donating anyways

because i answer no

when i should answer yes

its so easy to lie to a nurse that only gets paid like 7 dollars

an hour

chris duce

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somebody's game

. a crawling ant
moving through the endless grass field
. it climbs a plant -
a lone dandelion revealed
only to the ant's sense of feel.

. the young boy
also crawling (but smashing too)
. finds such joy
'bove the ant to see what he'll do
confronting each obstacle new.

. total power
the boy shakes the small ant off each
. conquered flower
and makes a new stronghold to breach
while coaching him with unheard speech.

. and then who knows
if some great being from on high
. or down below
is laughing, unseen to our eyes,
playing the same game with our lives.


beach #3

if life is a beach
then you must be the horses
that crap on the beach


homework

i should be working
hard on my final paper,
not writing haikus


easter

because of easter
i was completely convinced
that rabbits laid eggs


aye

somali pirates -
jack sparrows of '09.
a modern black pearl.

austinrory hackett

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just some get words

all my memories feel like dreams.
i'm tired of living in the abstract.
all my purchases are selling my soul.
i'm tired of seeing my surroundings in dollars.
all my friends have four legs,
some just use two for the ground.
all my thoughts want to be born,
just some get words.

ricky cheney

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easter brunch

will you be my dead beat boyfriend?
your baby blues and tattoos

i will be your life ceded girlfriend
my own vehicle and grad school

breanne chipman

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dear bastard who broke in,

you tried to corner me in my room. you tried to intimidate me in my house.
may the good lord show you no mercy, cause i certainly won't.

if you come again, i will open a large can of whoopass.
literally, whoopass(tm) pepper spray.

oh, as a post script, i saw your face. does that make you nervous, just a little?

never yours,

jana kopeinig

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untitled #1; or, it's got layers

"slow motion fo' may" said mc botecelli, the rapping turtle

chris crosby

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mattress

she expels the light in hopes of feeling.
in the dark she rests easy
and her feet are barely moving...
there is a basement with the mattress on the ground
its form is fit and the pillow stains are maintained by tears
and he spent his time lying at her side
but his ignorance not helping
unable to fully sense the pain she was exerting
and now the regrets that are regrettable
are useless because both their feet
refuse to move to what is needed
and each stay alone in the basement
with a mattress on the ground.

erik fullmer

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the difference between a writer and someone else

i can’t write right now.
ugh, that write next to the right,
that can not be write, I mean right.
i can not be clever write now.

i can’t write imagery right now,
i can not aid my graphite tool to evade the
blankness of the blue lined bunk-bed paper.
i am too tired to be creative.

i can’t possibly stay focused on the one topic,
of not being able to write,
not being able to communicate the sincere ideas and
unique truths that only i possess.
i am too distracted right now.

and worst of all, i do not know of a time
when i will be more clever, less tired,
less distracted.
therefore, i shall never write.

megan morton

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i wonder what it was like before this life.....
like how old was i?... and did i live in the presence
of heavenly angels?
when did my soul enter my body?... and did it travel far?
is there time between premortal life and birth? and if so -
would i have been quick enough
to push right left down up a b start?
and what if i did that,
shouldn't i technically be buddhist then?
so much to ponder

rich curtis

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dear new girl,

i dont care
that you're from austin.
it doesn't make you a badass.
i dont care
that you read watchmen before the movie came out.
the movie sucked anyways.
i dont care
that all you drink is diet coke.
i hate hearing you open it every ten minutes. stop it.
i dont care
that you have stds. gross. do not tell me that.
grow up. and keep your pants on.
i dont care
that you're pissed when i tell you what to do.
you're new. i'm not. get over it.
but i do care
that you're nice to me. thanks. keep it up.
sincerely,

anonymous

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star light star bright,
the first star i see tonight,
i wish i may, i wish i might,
but please don't let it be tonight

++anonymous++

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i dream about driving.
solely for the scenery and solitude.
i even considered a career in
trucking - a truly taxing trade.
i imagine
me, with windows wound down,
the road reaching out,
and steely dan singing to my soul.
perfection.
the lone liability of this livelihood
(that i can think through)
is how big my butt would be.

lissa kennedy

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spring cleaning

i started spring cleaning yesterday

of my room and my life.

there were three bins:

keep.

throw out.

donate.

books that i intend on reading. keep.

a circus clown trying to juggle me and another girl. throw out.

old running shirts. donate.

my retainer. throw out.

boy who gives me butterflies. keep.

notes from jr. high. throw out.

old mission clothes. donate.

an actor for a friend. throw out.

my vital organs. donate. if not needed.

mom who loves unconditionally. keep.

memory of him. want to throw out, but keep.

memory of you and me, us. keep. forever.


self assessment

i self assessed me last week.

because i desire to be happier.

happier than who, im not sure.

so i made lists.

lists of things i need to do

things i want to do

and things i need to stop

there were different areas of focus

physical

mental

spiritual

emotional

social

each area had sub categories

the lists grew and grew.

i felt overwhelmed.

i had so much to do,

so much to change.

the lists were all i thought about.

i kept adding to the list.

changing the list.

every time i saw someone

who seemed happier than i

i assessed them,

then assessed the list.

i didn't know where to stop

or start.

i hated the list.

then one day i went to add to the list

i couldn't find it. nowhere. gone.

i couldn't remember all the areas and categories

that i needed to change

and all of a sudden i felt so much

happier.

aly cain

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the unknown

sometimes a panic washes over me...
that in 6 months, who knows where i'll be.
graduation is coming in just a few weeks,
and a new chapter begins of endless possibilities.

bianca merkely

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