Paul Bittick Lying close to you Feeling your fingers graze my bare skin Pulling you close Never wanting to let go Never wanting You to let go Closing my eyes Hoping when they open you’ll still be here As your lips press against mine I close my eyes tighter Fearing it might all be a […]
Tag: poetry
"San Luis Obispo"
Paul Bittick Ten people are in a house. Nine are men. The woman has a boyfriend. Six are around the kitchen table playing “King’s Cup.” The other four stand near the counter, talking about how drunk they were last night, what drink they are on that night, alternate rules for […]
Run away on the path you made that leads no where.
Paul Bittick Run away on the path you made that leads no where. Or stand your ground, and get pushed around, by everyone. The taste of rain can fill your lungs; they won’t cough it out though. Drink it down all the way, and let your mind expand now. Feel the pain of the […]
Coy Flat
Paul Bittick Silence makes you think Makes you wonder why and how Makes you sell yourself short Makes you build it back up Makes you try harder to piece together Makes you strive to break apart Makes you miss the dear Makes you remember the departed Makes you escape it all Makes you keep in […]
Coy Flat
Paul Bittick Silence makes you think Makes you wonder why and how Makes you sell yourself short Makes you build it back up Makes you try harder to piece together Makes you strive to break apart Makes you miss the dear Makes you remember the departed Makes you escape it all Makes you keep in […]
Cattle Go to Greece
Tonight Beautiful, crisp cold that bites My nerve endings, making my hairs stand on end. Tonight is potential Sand dune barbecues Midnight moonlight beach walks and bonfires Star lit drives, sunroof down, exploring roads less traveled. The blood brain barrier on vacation. There is nothing that would have these memories distorted. As I drive down […]
Philosophy
Mariecar Mendoza nihilism is tiring with all this worrying about nothing, keeps minds from trusting, leading, loving, lusting. finding realism post-modernly, like any kid imagining. i exist only existentially, idolizing irony. – Erik Matlin Electrical engineering senior
Of Promethean Promise …
Mariecar Mendoza Of Promethean promise we crouch coiled and hesitant Maintained – is an air of unusual hesitance Thumbsuckers. Bedwetters. Gothics. Geniuses. And the police that wheel power from an abundance of softball games on natural grass Can you and I be free to express, no more than a facile question? That of which wastes […]
Pleasing Torture
Mariecar Mendoza The sun begins to rise Its rays kiss the grass Still asleep under dew blankets The blankets melt away The color comes alive And moves in the wind And rolls like the sea A sea of temptation Virgin maids luring one in Into a world of ecstasy Falling into the sea Drowning in […]
Funeral (Boyfriend Box)
Mariecar Mendoza Three days ago this died tragically Now it’s time I put you away Force some logic and closure Inside the box where you’ll stay The black flowers line your casket Where I lay you to rest Though I love to burn you down to ash I find this preservation best My poems act […]
Wood Day
Nick Coury When we have never gone away The river bends and it strays To where we lie sad and angry On the wooden floors Wanting a colorful encore She says, welcome back, He says, yeah it’s been a while, It’s been a while But the night is still young, The sun sets, longs to […]
