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It’s not so hard, man.
Just do the things and you’ll be
a little better.

My Mom tried to teach me many things
Deaf ears often she found
But those lessons had a way of finding me

A clean house, doesn’t make a clear mind
But it certainly helps

It’s often in lack
of content that I get that
life is very good. 

she pulls me with her
with her heart and careful hands
with a laugh and song

with soft breath, with rolling waves
and on we go and go on

Its this thing, demons
taking your attention and
banging like a drum

Some feelings can fuck themselves
goodbye forever and, and…

by Anonymous
3-5 July 2015

3 July
everyone is playing
all of the wrong notes today
get me the fuck out

i cant remember
the last time you looked out
and felt the audience

it started out as
a question, but i changed it
to a statement.

I’ve been writing these
from the green room, at my gig
this venue aches me

4 July
It would be a great
favor, if you didn’t show
my name on the poem(s)

it’s shitty to lie,
about how you really feel,
but you need the cash.

Let’s jam soon Alex
Our sad-funk band will kick ass.
They’ll envy the groove.

July 5
weird to play worship
music, for the pious folk.
I worship another Gadd.

by Dan DiPiero
25 June 2015

Sometimes I go out and
Stand on the mat.
It feels good on my feet.

Swift, cold, quietly
Touch was lost and your heart came
clear to me, like glass

This kind of alone
is fresh air compared to your
brand of soft distance

it’s often i consider
what you meant to me, and vice versa
must not have been much

it’s such a lovely thought to think
that we did all we could; meh.

You can’t start behind
hoping just to pull ahead;
change just isn’t real

Sometimes a sandwich
can be the difference between
right and wrong and dead

Love can be a felled, tall tree
or a blessing for you, me.

remember that time,
when you always chose the thing
that wasn’t with me?

I’m trying to do
a thing, breathe and be easy
don’t worry so much

It’s an option to have a
good time. Why didn’t I know?

Waking up early
to make bread for your people
seems like the right thing

By Jordan Reed

There was that time I caught on fire so I walked to the closest body of water to submerge myself, only for a second, but when I tried to come up for air 

the surface had frozen.

Go head first and if
you blow your life up, start fresh.
Be well and so good.

Oh, hey little bird
feel free to perch my window
all days, all day, always

Almost always, I speak before thinking. Almost always I regret it. I also almost always feel comfort in the shared misery of common experience. I am almost always grateful for sad friends. I’m also almost always worried. It’s almost always about nothing.

Sometimes I eat well. Sometimes it’s for many days in a row. Sometimes I feel great and sometimes my head is on straight and sometimes I work hard and sleep really well because sometimes I’ve done a day well. Sometimes I have pizza. Sometimes I have pizza for multiple meals in a row. Sometimes pizza is all I’ve eaten all day, for days. Sometimes pizza is a metaphor for everything else.

Seldom do I run up the score. Seldom do I rub it in. Though, I’m seldom the best.

Often, I’m second best. Often, I’m here watching others doing. Often I wonder how they do it. Often, it seems the answer is biology. Often, biology seems unfair. I don’t feel as though I’m unfair often. I find myself wondering about karma often. Often it’s when I’ve done something nice. It’s not often when I’ve done something not nice.

Occasionally I fall from limbs. I rarely regret that.

I’ve never felt this
before. Unique misery,
and aimless wander.

Like a broken wing
Like a sting, or lies you string

We’re all an ocean

And the tides turn and churn and
the waves crash, you thrash

alone.

by Eli Chambers

i wish my name had
punched through your front teeth like an
exorcised devil

or

i wish you had carved
my name in estuaries
down and down each cheek

or

i wish you had puked
my name like sour sustenance
too much wine and flesh

and

thought you dropped my name
at the salvation army
in bags of bedsheets

but

i watched my name run
away from you and i hope
you never find it

by Kyle Tucker

Part 1: i’ve never been good on the spot

hi Alex Burgyone
this is a haiku for you
it is very bad

Part 2: would you like to hear the applause?

small songs is our band
I’m surprised I’m in the group
you should play keyboard

Part 3: monday

today felt the rain
the wind brought softly with it
better than nothing

Part 4: roommates

this house is empty
and the cats ran out of food
we are all hungry

Part 5: better than nothing

each conversation
between us was forgotten
but never our love

It’s not me it’s you, it’s me
It’s not you it’s me, it’s you

I’m living the best
palin(time of my life)drome
I’m living the worst

It’s not you it’s me, it’s you
It’s not me it’s you, it’s me

Well It’s just so much
to consider all the things.
It seems you’ve done it.

and left, my heart, on the floor
life, as is, goes on no more

by Haynah Seafaccia

today it’s really
hard to get out of bed it’s
hard to be a goose.

literally, all day. i’ve been in this bed. how does a human being even do this?

Well, I’m just going
to do what I always do
and write sad haiku…

Hey! I’d love for you to write a haiku for me. I’ll put it here and it’ll be really fun and good.

Maybe just think about it. Then after that, click this.

It’s just 17 syllables. You can do it.