Warning to Lovers
She kept glancing at her phone. Hand shaking, heart pounding, praying for a text. Or a phone call. Anything. 7:53 p.m. on February 14 and she was alone. Resting her woes and sorrows upon his unsteady heart, she places the last of her self-respect on the cellphone’s screen as she types “please, just come see me.” This girl is smart. This girl is beautiful. This girl could have the world spinning on her index finger like a globetrotter trick. But this girl depends on others for the satisfaction of her most vulnerable desire; love. She met him a while ago, but after the last guy broke her heart, she was hopeful this new one would mend her wounds and fade her scars. Isn’t it strange how we try so hard for love that we lose it? We lose the love we have for ourselves in the process of trying to love someone else. We forget we are the only ones who can control the internal love that keeps us breathing. Self-love and self-respect have become long lost characteristics which have become a product instead of an action. We think by gaining an intimate connection, our love and respect for ourselves will skyrocket. But what happens when we lose love? Our love for ourselves plummets? She used to be full of life. She would count stars just to see if astronomers missed one. Read endless books because her heart had a yearning for learning. Then, she fell for him. Face first forgetting to place her arms out front. So caught up in the love, she began losing herself. Gradually, her yearning for learning was replaced with the burning she felt when he wasn’t responding. Instead of counting stars, she was counting the number of minutes since the last time she called him. We have a responsibility to love ourselves above all else. A need to respect ourselves in order to prevent dangerous relapses. Self-love and self-respect should not require equilibrium. They should be a constant; the control in this experiment we call life. The moment we begin relying on someone else for our internal needs, we become incapable of love.
-Steph
Marathon TV.
So we are fully into the ‘brrrrrr’ version of the Olympic tradition that no one really cares about except the Canadians a few Scandinavian countries a smattering of a few others and of course the gung-ho USA team which believes in miracles. As a kid I used to watch mainly the ice skating when the UK had Torville and Dean the best ice-dance champions to grace the rink. Apart from that not much of anything unless the other two or three channels on the TV were crap (it was the 70’s). The Winter Olympics started in 1924 after a bunch of Euros decided it would be best to show off their skills on the white stuff. The latest installment of this once every four years ice-cream headache is a little bit overblown for me. I guess it could be because the place itself isn’t finished in construction and it just highlights the corruption and profiteering that comes with it. I really don’t want to see Vladimir Putin’s bare naked chest unless it’s being used to skate on. Of course personal stories of self-sacrifice, determination, and dedication abound, but to me unless they ( the athletes) come from Jamaica ( as in ‘cool runnings’ bob sled team) or somewhere there is no snow I don’t get caught up in the ‘feel good’ garbage. After-all most people who can afford to ski on a regular basis don’t seem to be on my ‘most favoured’ list. So with all this hype it is my most fervent hope that Russia finish about fifth and the USA lose the ice-hockey, which would be nice unless they play Russia but only for the Bronze.
-TDB.
A Poet's Funeral
The only music louder
Than the grieving mothers
Lonely muses
And broken brothers
Are the cash registers
Chimming in the eyes of publishers
People wanting to invest
In your death
Use your ejection from this world
To sky rocket your work
To new heights
When I leave
Kill me
Tell my little brother or sister
Anything not legally tied down
Is theirs to sing
Innovate the voice
Mimicking my heroes gave me
Hijack the drive I found
Desperately trying to find
Worth in myself
If I lived the last part
Of my life right
I won't have any material possessions
Just spiritual
Tell them to relax when they hear me
I'm not a ghost or a demon
Just the same boy
Trying to be glad the man
My older brother is
Tell my muses not to cry
That I loved them just as much
As day one
Still drunk off of my complete
Surprise
Of beauty like them
Even looking at a guy like me
Despite what anyone thinks
Love and sex
Were always my favorite drugs
I don't think I would have
Humored this life as long
Without them
To my friends
Like we ever need a fucken reason
But hey
Here's one to raise it
Let our glass or mug
Defy gravity
Don't speak of me
Or how much you spent
Buying my broke ass drinks
Or how many times
You had to carry me in
Clean me up
Hold me
Comfort me
Wipe the dead from my face
Instead
Let's talk about you
How you made this rock
Feel like it was alive
How you made real life
Feel like a dream sometimes
Why you were up
Just as late at night
And I will still
Be wondering why
We can't meet up
And pour it all out over the table
I know my family ties
And friendship can be fickle at times
I was just always a day dreamer
Chasing after my own heart
When I opened my mind
I don't care
If the world thinks well of me
I do hope they keep their mouth
Shut about it
Because with my friends and family
Don't know how to pull punches
When life has already pushed them
One step closer to spending rent
On a mute button
For the way they think
We think so much
We love so hard
I really don't think
We're even human anymore
This connection we have
Is something holy
Like a roll
I would drunk dial woman
But I would drop and write god
Love letters with my soul
I feel that connection
With all of you
And I hope you know
Even when I'm gone or ghostI'll still wake your ass up
In the middle of the night
Early morning
Make you reach for that pen
Open that drawer
Pull out that picture
Don't freak out
Don't second guess
Just write
Feel out loud
I didn't leave any of you
I'm just chasing my heart
Into the clouds
-DCR
February 14, 2014
Protesting Sochi
I haven’t put much energy Or effort into watching The Olympics this year, But maybe that’s because I didn’t like the politics. Maybe it’s because It was not practically thought out. Maybe it’s because It cost more than going to Mars Several times. I don’t understand Why Sochi is jumping through hoops But not respecting Political correctness. The intertwined hoops Show a unity, A shared global understanding And a mission To represent the best Our beautiful world Has to offer, But instead, It’s showing us how unprepared Sochi was for their million dollar project. I may not know who wins The winter Olympics this year, In any event, But I wonder if they feel Privileged, Appreciated. To be the top of the world Doing what they love, Why shouldn’t they have every opportunity? Regardless of their country, Gender, Sexual orientation, Or whether or not They are communist or socialist Or capitalist. They are just people. Extraordinary people. They deserve better than the best, Because that’s who these athletes are. Why take away their chances To literally be out of this world Just to host a sub-par competition In a country that clearly was not ready For the challenge.
-Seraphine the Poet
(.... unsure ....)
This is all I see these days …
…a lot of smoke and mirrors and more shots and a few what the fucks lost to time and busted condoms. This is normalcy weather, you can rain cap your way through the storm or you can learn the dance of it.
Butterfly kisses and bird flu.
Bra’s being strapped for cash and men who look more like a faded check stub than something to be proud of. Words are a lot like orgasms, you can never take them back.
No matter how hard you try.
Late Night
skylight eyes
look a lot
like the heart
dropped out
of your own
boycott boxer
briefs bottoms.
Your mouth didn’t
stand for anything
so it fell
on a lot
of things
You said there’s a plot hidden in every woman's pelvis
I didn’t believe you as much as you did.
-CP Maze