week eighteen

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love and marriage

i think i should start being unappreciative and rude to people who make nice gestures for me. apparently that is a personality trait that is finally going to get me a man.

also. if on my wedding day, my father makes a speech in which he thanks his lucky stars that the day he never thought would come has come at long last, it may hurt my feelings.

dappled sunlight on a beautiful fall day is, however, a good omen.

sara thomas

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have you ever thought, "maybe i can't make it, and, even if i could make it, it's probably not worth making it?"

i recently had this thought... about creme brulee.

dane cannon

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macksie pads

i haven't written a poem in a while
as most of you have probably noticed
and the only excuse i have
is that every sunday night i get really high
from chasing cars and huffing their exhaust
i get so so tired and so so high from chasing those cars
and sticking my nose up their tail pipes
and i just forget to write something sometimes
so sue me

chris duce

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the collective conscious of the youtube all-stars

i fall off ladders,
tables,
and roofs.

i abuse my body and pride
for your entertainment,
a sacrificial clown.

i'm on demand,
eternal repeat,
now on iphones everywhere.

i'm the new ice breaker.
the party prop
of the millenium:

"have you seen my latest video?
the one with the electrodes?
no? well sit down and check me out."

i'll never make it big,
i'm the quintessential one-hit wonder.
but at least i'm a hit.

at least i'm a wonder.

austinrory hackett

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a series of one-liners that get progressively shorter and more pessimistic

"carving pumpkins"
in two days yours will have completely deflated and you will regret that big mess you made in the kitchen.

"never have i ever"
if you win we will congratulate you on being the most uninteresting person in the room.

"boys"
the only ones that are interested in me are either a) my cousin or b) have girlfriends.

"uncomfortable couches"
you're only making it that much easier to take things to the bedroom.

"miley cyrus"
did you know she is the same person as hannah montana?

"purple tights"
all i wanted was to cry when i ripped a hole in you today.

"thyroid"
it would be lovely if you would start working again.

"school" if i can't see you maybe you can't see me.

"xanax"
i stole one from my roommate tonight.

"kissing"
it still hasn't gotten old for me.

"yankees"
you suck you suck

"anxiety"
i hate you.

lindsay erickson

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i just can't see the difference

so what if it is halloween?
don't really care about halloween.
everybody loves halloween
but all i see
are people pretending to pretend to be
the things they really are.

maybe you will see some devil girls
with devil horns, and devil tails
or perhaps you will see a sexy cat
or a sexy nurse, or something worse.
but there are whores on other days
that barely dress and paint their face
bitter hearts and bitter taste
behind a mask of perfume and lace
their lips are red, their eyes are black
and they can't get their virginity back
even if it is halloween.

so what if it is halloween?
don't really care about halloween.
cause all i see
are people pretending to pretend to be
the things they really are.

maybe you will see some spooky ghosts
or zombies walking with the undead hosts
this halloween there might just be
some mummy men, or a skeleton.
but the undead walk on other days
they march along at a steady pace
soulless crowds without a face
that come and go without a trace
stone white ghosts in a hollow shell
wading through their own private hell
not quite sick, definitely not well
in a cloud of numbness that they can't dispell
even if it is halloween.

so what if it is halloween?
i just can't see the difference.

just s. guy

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i wish i didn't want to smash your face in.
i used to dream every night that we were in a kitchen.
and you hated me.
but then i said
"i really like your clothes."
and you smiled.
and we hit it off.
i tried that once.
i said
"i like your pants."
but you didn't smile.
you didn't even look at me.
you never look at me.
next time i see you.
i'm going to walk right up to you.
i'm going to make you look at me.
and i'm going to say
"i really like your style."
and you'll smile.
and we'll hang out for a while.
crocodile!

amber dobson

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two part[s] bird[s]

wednesday: i'm a peacock
. . . blue&green
. . . . . . feathers brown
. . . . boots


my knees knock when i stand

my knees knock when i stand. when i
walk. when i walk from no place to no

place. i'm sitting. and my knees are knocked.
do bodies notice? does the sand, the street,

the everyday road i take to get, notice?
i don't want to be noticed.

lucky charms

at 4am
the spring
4inches
beneath
my ear
pops
each breath

sarah cutler

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the test

so the other day i was driving

when suddenly

a homeless man stepped in front of my car.

i had to swerve and slam on my brakes.

i was irritated and swore under my breath.

then at the next red light i thought.

i thought that maybe this homeless man

had stepped in front of my car just to see

if i or society

still acknowledged his presence in some way.

megan morton

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jerk

hey you. stop it.
you put me in a bad mood.
stop with the power trips.
no need to be rude.

take a deep breath.
you really need to.
just sit down for a sec.
what's got you so blue.

look around the room.
no one is happy here.
you should think about it.
it's time you had some cheer.

sometimes this job is fun.
with you it needs some work.
don't mean to be so harsh.
but i really think you're a jerk.

liese rodger

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saturday morning

the saturday morning sun
shone
with alien intensity,
coloring the drab bricks
first pink,
then white.

but it seems no beauty
can erase
last night

not gold
not god
not a hot steaming stack
of buttermilk pancakes
dripping with fresh
country
butter

but her!

she smells
like cigarettes
and yesterday

she smells
like a street
i know too well,
like tacos
and diesel

she
smells
like
me,
so i won't ask
for anything more
than her emptiness

now she,
that one,
she might just do the trick.

lincoln wilder

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quite an interesting journey

going through old books
the titles of each seem to tell it all
the story of my family-
quite an interesting journey
"divorce for dummies"
"the divorce remedy"
"making love the way we used to...or better"
"raising children in divorced families"

reading these titles bring emotions to the surface
i thumb through old journals
i can't seem to help myself-
read the story of my parent's life
and reflect upon mine

it seems so ironic
reading words from my father
who commented on his father
and vowed not to make the same mistakes

here i am reading titles of books
on keeping relationships alive
on strengthening home and family
and i vow as well
not to make the same mistakes

bianca merkley

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