Blacklight: Twilight Blackout Poetry

calm

me

Promise me

you’ll

just let the venom

spread

It just seems logical

to be somewhat equal

Poet: Jetta

I

stared into

the distance. every one of you is much the

same. It’s a strug-

gle to grow

I don’t worry

I can try at least

Which makes me 

stronger

and you

Never

question

Poet: Miles

voice the horror and hopelessness, I was

fleetingly so escapist

lost track of 

The punctured fantasy

the colors of lovely Fear

strangled

out of 

his hoping

There was no need to be

myself. The house was empty. 

Poet: Jetta

Do you want to

disappoint such a face

you’ll

break any balle-

rina’s heart.

Like you don’t know

Vampires like baseball

Poet: Jetta

the voice cried in horror.

Behind that was — an

awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A vicious

agony in

sobbing tearless, broken sobs.

I tried to find

the

point It hurt.

“She’s

broken.”

This couldn’t be heaven,

could it? 

the methodical voice 

continued.

Poet: Miles

“Please,” I said

leaving tonight

the first

things your hands touch

Do you hear? cross

the doorstep

to life

I asked,

in silence

“This is how it’s going to happen.

I’ll be inside 

home and

I’ll be gone.”

“Until we know how far to go, I’m

with you.”

Guest Poet: Becca

you have little

thought for 

broken windows

convincingly

promised

the fog

Poet: Jetta

And then

the room was filled with

open

understanding.

I closed my eyes,

and detected the melody of

conversation

I glanced behind me, but the huge room was empty

I sighed.

I’m a lunatic, it’s true

Poet: Miles

to the

ocean…

seeking the loneliest places, loath-

ing himself.

He 

swam to France

imagine a universe in which

any possible reason to feel

You’re human

is

happy

and

ecstatic

A very…enthusiastic

way of looking at things

Poet: Miles