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Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
See you at APriCoT's Produce Club

we'll produce peachy poetry.
Having fun!
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
seven pennies
fourteen dimes
two friends visit
candy shop

sweet smiles
sharing
candy bar
I don't know if $1.47 would buy a candy bar big enough to share, but wanted to try this form with 7 for number of lines, 14 for number of words, two for the break into two parts. Not sure it fits the part about creating pictures. (Thanks, Apricot, for introducing the form :-)
  Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
Abigail Hobbs
Dreams
To
You
Turn
And
Darken
And
Turn
You
To
Dreams
4/12/18
Inspired by the user, APriCoT, on here! This was fun to write, and I've never written one before! Thank you for the cool assignment/sharing :)
  Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
Isla
She is unfinished stories and dog-eared adventure books. She is adorned with string lights and stray cat toys, an overflowing junk drawer and a perfectly loud laugh. She is kind brown eyes and witty comments. She is first.

He is pastel tears and bird feathers. He is Twenty One Pilots' lyrics and faded polaroids. He speaks in hushed tones and drinks mint tea. He will hold and let himself be held. He is empathy.

She is firey spirit and winged eyeliner. Glitter and badassery. She is scarred and beautiful. She protects and yells. Cries and laughs. She is ***** jokes and black clothes. She is who I am too timid to be.

He is a lone flame and endless darkness all at once. He is a sharp blade and subdued smile. Strong coffee, pop-tarts, and ripped jeans. Tae kwon do and boy scouts. He is too often forgotten.

She is buck teeth and Greatest Showman lyrics. Stubbornness and freckles. Conceals her self-consciousness with mock confidence. Funny faces and the best dance moves. She hides my things and steals my clothes. She stirs up trouble in the best way.

He is soft smiles and lego armies. He loves cats and make-believe (though video games are his first love). Creates pillow forts and mysteries, art and movie magic. He wears glowstick necklaces and no shirt proudly, as he should. He loves my heart.

She is willow trees and afternoon tea. Gentle rain and improv games. Quirky and polite, she is decorated with her gap-toothed smile and childish style. She hands out stickers and strums her ukelele with affection. She inspires me.

He. Oh God, he. He is summer skies and skateboards. Braces and freckles. He is a shell-collector and songwriter. He loves the stage. Compassion and hand-holding, cheek kisses and free smiles. He is devotion.

They hold me, and I hold them. We cry, we laugh, we hate. We sing and we dance, we talk about our dreams. We depend on each other. We love one another. Many would not be here without me.

And I couldn't be here without them.
This is my longest poem on HelloPoetry, dedicated to my wonderful, wonderful friends, those described in this poem and otherwise. I love you so much, don't ever forget that. ( also, kudos to you if you actually read all that!)
  Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
Born
the logic of pain and love
You poured your soul
And Whatever's left of your heart
and they told you its a beautiful poem
An amazing stunning write

But  Is it truly beautiful
when your heart was left fumbling  on the floor
When dreams grew stale
When you were shaken, tasted beyond scope
When you had to speak, shout, write against tyrants
When you were at your lowest and you just had to mumble some words

I just don't see the beauty in being shredded
I just can't fathom the weight of an ailing heart
I just
don't
get it
  Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
Benjamin
Sun sick, drinking
Gatorade, and
washing down
a sleeping aid;
a Dramamine for
dizzy dreams, and
vitamins with
herbal tea.

God forgot you
long ago,
and He will miss
your funeral;
He’s working
nine to five these days
at just above
the minimum wage.

The panic starts.
Your life will end—
you never saw
the pyramids,
or stood below
a waterfall,
(the movies made that
look so cool).

You had a kid, though,
raised her right;
she made you laugh
on chemo-nights—
and she’s a mirror
of her dad,
(but she’s always
had your laugh).

There is nothing
to be learned,
the end must come
for all of us;
but you feel strong
despite your fear—

and you could live
another year.
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