The guitar is a woman
pregnant with sound
reverberating by the man's
stroking fingers
silently humming
capable of emotions
no ordinary person
could project
complimently and obliging
the respecting crowd
as they sway to the screams
the guitar is a woman
with curves that can not be rejected
strings to be plucked
to wail
to sing
to conference the sounds
of the audience
By Holly
LET'S BOLDLY GO INSIDE A PLACE WHERE NOTHING IS TRIVIAL
THE SLIGHTEST SMILE HINTS FEELING
THE COOLEST OF STARES ASSURES DEFEAT
I HEAR WORDS, EMPTY SOUNDS MASKING THOUGHTS AN INVISIBLE AUDIENCE REACTING TO EVERY ACT
APPLAUSE TO THE WELL DONE CONVERSATION AT MY LEFT
BOOS TO THE ABUSE AT MY RIGHT
LET'S CUT OPEN EACH OTHERS WORDS AND SEE WHO'S GOT WHAT
NOTHING PERSONAL MIND YOU, PURELY
INSTRUCTIONAL THOUGHTS CAN'T BLEED, YOU KNOW. PAPER AND INK OPEN ONLY THE TINIEST OF HOLES IN THE SOUL
READ ME WITH AN OPEN MIND
AND YOU WILL STILL MISS THE BIG PICTURE.
I'M NOT EVERYTHING I PRETEND TO BE, ARE YOU?
LET'S SHARE SECRETS WITH OUR FELLOW SPIES WATCHING EVERY NUANCE, RECORDING EVERY TONE.
IF YOU RECOGNIZE YOURSELF SOMEDAY
IN SOMETHING THAT YOU READ
IT'S JUST A COINCIDENCE,
ALL OF MY CHARACTERS
ARE FROM MY OWN FANTASIES.
LET'S PLAY PRETEND, WE CAN MAKE BELIEVE.
USE A SPECIAL TALENT, INVENT OUR OWN REALITY.
MAKE PICTURES WITH PERSONALITY,
WORDS ARE WEAK WITHOUT DUPLICITY.
FICTION NEEDS MUNDANE THEMES TO BREED
INTO ESCAPE, COMPENSATION, SUBLIMATION.
I BUILD MY FORT ONE WORD AT A TIME.
By Abby
unforgiving windshield
hard swerve to the left
unavoidable
no cruise control
no brakes for guilt
soft feathers, soft thud
soft nameless dove
opts to die
in the presence
of my lover
as would i.
by dante
Is my life just a means to an end
A pitiful excuse to satisfy my lust for culture
Because sorrow prostitutes on my emotions
Tempting my fragile sanity
Raising her skirt up so I can see
What I can have for $50
Leaving nothing to the imagination
With her mini skirt and stilettos
I sabotage happiness, love, peace
Waiting for that one sweet moment
When sorrow thrust her fingers inside
Creating a climax of inspiration
Euphoria reigns for only a moment
As my words spill across the page
And I bask peacefully in the afterglow
Of my new found creation
Then that first glimmer of light
Creeps between those musty curtains
Raising my guilt filled eyelids
I see the chaos my addiction wrought
All for the sake of poetry
by Angela
