Army of Lovers by Lee Ryan

obsessed

i came to see
you

(bizarre) messages and
my dream

was not the same

i felt like flying

but my mildly dusty wig
and
soiled blue shoes

i put on petit fours
to

be by myself
and

flew on rocket ships
to

get to you

but

then you didn't want me.
i

fell down. i
woke disheveled from my  (dream)
and

took the impressed heart
you

left in
my chest cavity
and

finally

gave up on you...

Light On My Shoulder by Susie Suh

backlight

i walk at night
alone

between yellow-flag barriers
and

i see your headlights
in

the dark.
my breath

(so
unlike before...)

makes smoke

like
little scuba-diving memories
in

the summertime.

my scarf dances
as

the streetlight shadow passes.
you

hold my ungloved hand.

Looking At Her Face by Tyrone Wells

vows

i look at all
the people (in love) and

at  bridezilla
shooting

off obscenities
at
postmen

and
i remember you,
your

face,
on

last year's (valentine) day.  i

wish for love
this time,
that

it would find me, and
then

i would understand
this fuss

over trivialities.

i would get married,
barefoot,
in a field,

just to have your feet
walking

the same sweet direction
(as mine)...

When The War Is Over by The Bittersweets

pandora

cold(play)
sings

the scientist song
(and)
i want to scream

into the speakers
for

every single fish
swimming
through

the state
of
wedded bliss

(i)
want to know

what was said
in

those
secret holidays
(that) you had

in the world (away)
from my
heart.

so

i want to know
how it feels,

what the hell
i
did wrong,

and how
(instead of progress)

i created
this

naked vortex we call

separation...

Good Enough by Sarah McLachlan

saccharine

the sugar cookie (sweet)
of

this
special day

(i never)

thought
you'd be here

singing
my song to me

(i) fly like birds
to you

down aisles

like

flutes of fire
and

somehow
(things) are sweeter

right

before i
get to you...

Morning Yearning by Ben Harper

transparent

i keep
holding (onto)
things

i have no
business holding onto

and

i saw this (little girl)
back in june,

she put on her mother's veil
and

preened

and i feel just like that.
i am

naive and underscored
with the value
of

being alone,
the novelty
of being adored (and)

i feel

like things are
only vaguely

what they

are supposed to be...

Plane by Jason Mraz

hollow you

the genetic
(in)frequencies

of aging

(i play)
your truffles slooow

like the lottery
and

mouse of men

like
cream of mushroom soup (you)
couldn't do

anything
to stop me.

i'm bringin' the mulah baby,

working hard
to define

those qualities
that fade
(like) chocolate

between the

(wrinkled) lines of time,
and love,

and sanity...

Photographs & Memories by Jason Reeves

naked

i go
through the motions

of loving you (flying)
reckless and

indiscreet

with scars on my knees
from bowing down.

i woke up
(fine)

without you.
and

six months ago

i stepped
off a plane,
terminally yours

and
desperately uncouth,
ready

to fly into your arms.

it didn't happen.
as

the turbulence grew,
i knew.

there's only one God, boy,
and

you're not Him...

No Regrets by Forest Sun

ode

today was all about
cleaning

out things

i'll never need (like rain)

and
yesterday

that included you...
i

put away the clothes
your

mother gave me,
piled my
old

soccer shoes

in a bag,
left you

on the curb
with

every memory (we made),
each

cleat-shaped mark

you left beneath my clothes
on

(the skin above)
my weary old heart

beating wildly as
the
hail upon

the pavement...

Sad Eyes by Josh Rouse

incredulous

some (where)
in my prairie

is
a map (shaped)
like your ears

and

it's the
way to love,
to true love

(and to that) uncanny bliss

you find,
in the morning,

in a field (when)
you stumble upon

an

empty world.

and (suddenly) it's yours,
it's

all yours,
for

the taking...

Relentless by Audreye Sessions

mask

funny what this does
to you

i

see
your face (all the time)

in the forest
with
the trees

in winter
when

they have lost
their hair
and

all those scragged edges

cry out
to me "love me, love me"

i feel your heart

(it fades)
as bedraggled as the sun,
while

it scrapes
across
the hard-edged furor

of a

january tree
in snow...

All The Way Down by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

catastrophic

this pink madness
might

be the death of me.

apart from
the ways i want you
to

be my tiffany blue,
my

digital crayon vortex

does its best
to
drown me

in a pale violet memory:
it's you,

darling.

you're the reason
why

they invented the
spiral

blessing
they call the

pencil sharpener...
in

slow motion
the shavings fall

like
proposals...

Please Turn Red by Andy Davis

milliner

i destruct
legalese

with the knowledge between
my

baby little toes but (baby)

i have no idea

what you mean
when you say

goodbye.

no way (you really meant to say)
what

i heap
upon my head (oh)

nimble fingers,
nimble mind

and i am limber
as a girl, a

flying monkey newsboy
caught

between my visions
of

destruction, of love, of
being

yours,

(truly)...

She's Been Writing by Ocean Colour Scene

marino

i keep falling
for

blue skies (and cheetos).
my last
day

as a 25 year old and

i think about
things

like the berlin wall,

how they never last
and

(about how) even all
the boundaries
i set

with you

couldn't keep you from
crossing
the line.

i think

about fish (how they fool you),
and

gray skies
falling down...

The Grass is Blue by Norah Jones

outreach

gratitude and
cold blue

animosity

(your speech)
leaves me speechless

i

wake up haunted by
my own self,
still
singing

"you are my sunshine"
(the sad version)
to myself

with

one little tear
snaking

down the shallow side
of my
cheek

to land like gangrene
on my pillow.

that's how
you do it

when

you wake up alone
every morning
for

twenty-six years.
you

say thank you,
and

then you swim away...

Better by Matthew Brookshire

cheer

when no amount
of

adulation

matters anymore
and

you just put duct tape
on your wounds

(knowing they're
just one
scar

away from
pouring out your soul)

when you pray God
forgiveness

from heaping
all your

personal retribution

upon the world,
when you crawl back

to this mound of sorrows
(which is me) and
trip
on

the curb,
you won't even hear

the claps of praise
anymore,

because you would have the prize:
you

would have me.

This Years Love by David Gray

dark

last night
i laid awake

with my white arm
wrapped

around my (empty) heart

and

i thought about the
fallacies
of dreaming.

what
you don't understand

is that
i'm glad to
be your buddy (but)

realize  sometimes
i just

need a friend
who

will be friendly back.

i laid
on my back
and looked up

at my sky

(at the edges of the
ceiling fan

receding into the darkness)

and i felt

something letting go...

Rewind by Paolo Nutini

eli

wednesday (only)

tuesday in my head   i
keep writing books
like    i

belong here,
like it's not
the end of the world...

apocalyptic places
take

my head, and spin it
like a

mexican piñata.

on (thursday)
there are tacos

for the people
(with gold stars).
i won't get one

but

i keep on trying.
i have to.    i

am always one day ahead

of my self, and at
this end

of the world,

you know,
that's a terminal

condition...

Roll On by The Weepies

rolltide

taken by an
aristocratic vein

i wait

for someone to get me
and

i listen to the wind
as

amos lee sings it and

no one
out there yet
can

hear me,

so oh, i say,
and stop,

but they keep on taking,
pouring all

these empty veins
into

a vial.
body,

you betray me...

F-Stop Blues by Jack Johnson

climbing

back down
in tepid water

we

all fall (up) at
some point,   so i

only
wish one wish
for you

and

that is
that your

noodles would be blue,
as blue as the sky,

and

that someday
in a distant january

(when) you fall down
once more,

that

you would remember
who

i was to you.
(how) i

saved you...

Having Wings By Ben Harper

aerial

the magnitude

of what you've asked
me to do

sets in (about the time)
we
take off

and
halfway there
a

piece of birthday balloon,
half-shriveled and

half-curled floats
along the bird line
on

your horizon (so)

i reach for it,
my hand out
the open

side of
this

helicopter,
dragging

us round and round
and

buoying me up
on
the hope

of maybe,
baby,
and

(all) the g-forces
related

to you...

Shadows and Regrets by Yellowcard

hello

two hugs and
i feel

(that sliver), that thing,
that

thin pencil shaving of regret,
shadows

on my wall
and

the dry shaking film
in

my hands, negatives
dripping themselves
clean

on my heart

i feel it (like)
that

moment of emulsion

when light reverses:

things become clear.
(in black and white)
i

write it down and
take your picture, but most of all

i remember

the creaming phase,
when our hearts
floated

all flaked and
disheveled

to the surface,
(unattached)

out of focus
and immiscible

forever...

Fly by Jet Black Stare

gifted

like one thin spiral
ribbon

i trace my thumb
along the

twisted line of
this whole sordid affair,
and

all its festive little pieces.

i clutch the end
of it,
dragging one
at a time

with my
little finger  across

the open blade
of

a pair of scissors.

i watch
it spinning madly

(out of control),
like somebody's life,

and
i cling
to this eternal thrill

of putting happy little bows
with

happy little curls

on all these
final, empty things...

Let Go By Shane Hines

complicated

destined for this
i

wipe the grin off my face
and
there are some things

you don't
want the nurse to say
as

she hooks up
your  i.v.  so

i smile
and
lean back into a chair

that feels like
something my grandma
made out of yarn    and

wipe the cold sweat
off
my forehead

i pull one arm out
of my sweater

suddenly warm and

the implications of this drip
mean a

whole lot more as
i hear her

say,

"don't look..."

Green Island Lullaby by Vienna Teng

 melting

dance ocelot dance
and

lend me your fur   i
remain cold,
distant

as alaska   i
plead with nature don't

be cruel   i
find myself as fiendish
as the

froth

on chocolate milk   i
place demands
on people    i

need you  entire
time zones

away,

in my wake  as
i crawl to you

unhappy

and discordant as  i
sing my
faunal

lullaby,

dance ocelot dance...

Ocean by Hanna McEuen

perspicacity

with all the ocean
between

us, we

wait. we sway.
we dance

the ocean dance   like
moonbeams in
the

day-time   (we) owe it

all to you, to
swallowed leaves
on top of old screen doors

and

swallowtail doves
on
fence posts,    (we)

discover things
about winter in texas
(we)

never knew

and we live   like
we're underwater
for

(most) of our lives,
we dance.

Til The Sun Turns Black by Ray LaMontagne

nebulae

caught up
in the twisting
science fiction

of reality   i exert

these forces of change
within

myself,    i,

fixed in one place, (i)
smile

like before (the face you know) so
that my

hairs stand up
beside you,
quite

(next to you) electric    and

this tired bunch
of

static nothings  (i) cling to,
like a sock on

the back
of a dress,

hold on to me
when

you are gone.

Dream a Little Dream of Me by Louis Armstrong

leveler

braised
in a sea of

anonymity

i rise
swiftly,

holding on to this thorn
in the

side

of my wall: yellow amaryllis in
full bloom

i never turned,   i
deemed it
unnecessary

and you, you continue
to

claw

into musculature that isn't yours
(i will be free)

i will,
i turn fast   into a praise-worthy thing,

riot against the best parts of
your soul,

writhing slow in

the side
with
thorns...

Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard

three

i hold a deck
of cards

in my hand

the seven of hearts
sticking

to my palm
i try to pass it on

(no one) wants it
listening

to the german clock
on

the wall
go

cuckoo (one by one)

they fall between my fingers
slide into new hands
and

i don't know
how to deal

with time,
as

it passes...

Stolen by Julie Moffitt

staid

twelve months
and

those stoic reins
come

out of boxes
tied

up too tight
with ribbon
wrapped

around their heads
like horses

we use them
for display

and

without emotion
they

turned their eyes on me,
nutcrackers

in a box.
until next year

in attics in the back
of your mind   they stay....

tall,

symbolic....

Forget About Me by Janove Ottesen

magic

cellophane
with wrinkled

trinkets on the floor

magnets (and champagne)
in a glass

i just lay
on the wall
getting older

and

all this stuff
raining down

like
confetti

on my heart    i
am
counting down (with them)

into
the seven thousands and

this time, this time,

i leave the cork
in
the bottle

and let
the bubbles
flow over...