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Pencils click in mid flight Led scrapes against paper Eyes cross, brows furl Hands clench, lips bite Shoes tap metal Fingers spin pens We’re taking a test Tick tick tick tick Taking this test Click click Distraction burns I fight a losing battle Question number 1 Number 1 A, B, C, D C C stands for His name His smile Test I’m taking a test His hands Time There isn’t much Question number 2 Number 2 A, B, C, D B B stands for His body Flinches Stay focused His lips, his arms Test, I’m taking it His shoulders, his smile I sigh and circle Question number 3 Number 3 Number 3 3 stands for His number On his back Skidding through dirt Beating the sun Woman! Focus! Pass this test Go to college Away from him Question number His back, shoulders Still testing Question number 4 Imagine; him without a shirt Groan and collapse on desk. Question number 4 Answer D Stands for...

Those eyes Deep Daring Devil They pierce into yours Unwanted Uninvited They beg for attention Those hands Strong Slow Sex They move slowly Foolish Childish Mangling your heart That body Hot Hard Hurting Pulls you tight Tricking Obsessing Until you fall That mouth Wicked Wild Wanting Laughter pours out Non-sensible Irrational Drawing you closer Those lips Flame Fiend Force Smirking at you Undecided Unconventional Playing dumb That tongue Caged Cruel Cursed Licking lips Secret Evil Aware -Eleanor

Those lips When they part A smile shines out Blood pounds through The heat begins Hot sun bakes Grass collides White on dirt Blood on sweat The game is won Smooth and hard Footsteps fall Hands clench tight Blood level rises Heart is taken Faster stars Shooting across the sky Night and day Blood red face Body is aching Lust and Love Pushing through cracks Ribs and thighs Blood will rise Pleasure sighs -Eleanor   

Unbidden He bugs me Reminds me of a demon A smug smile spread Across his lips Grinning like he knows As if he can see Things unbidden Hidden Unwanted Those fantasies Playing inside my head Shouldn’t Won’t But I can’t help it The thoughts still stream Into my subconscious Clashing with my standards Those hands That mouth Those eyes They keep shredding Until it’s painful to look away The way his smile creeps His body moves When everything flexes And then there is his laugh That reverberates through bone When he walks past Pretentious, adorable Cute, young Devilishly alluring This was so unexpected I doubt it’s even true But still I’m drawn to him And it feels so damn good -Ella 3-23-12

I was on the streets for a very long time. Trying to figure out who I was, where I belonged, if I even wanted to belong. It was a hell frozen over, every night I could shut my eyes and pray that that feeling goes away. But the pain never leaves you, you only get used to it. It was like living with this sense of drowning in a pool. Every day I wake up, the sun would be shining, the cars and hustle bustle of the crowds would start up and I’d be completely empty. Barren of all promise. I must sound like a soap opera. No Well those weren’t pleasant times. It was hard, it lacked empathy, and it was cold. I mean it was really cold. The city in the winter, God, it’s like living inside of an ice cube. There was this one night. Where the wind caught up, the streets were slick with a sheet of ice and the temperature had dropped ten below its usual. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t fall asleep. Usually I could just close my eyes and curl up like a rat in a hole. But not that night. It got...

Utopia Time flies under my wings Bringing me up to the stars Pushing me down to earth The restlessness of my heart Ties to the sun Twists out of control in a storm Hold fast when our world spins Seconds turn to minutes Miles turn to continents Hours turn to days Worlds turn to universes Around and round the circle Seeing the life beneath you Light filters on the water Floating overhead in the soft clouds Leaves drip onto the snow Flitting above our crystal kingdom High on the mountain, tearing at treetops Holding hands with the moon Dancing with the sunshine A utopia in the sky -9-14-11 Eleanor