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  Mar 2015 Clover
Sean Pugerude
We consider impossible possibilities
and read from a dictionary of abstract words
and try to grasp intangible ideas.
its a perplexing and troublesome thing

Altruism, Absurdism, Animism
A constant clamor of chaos
Word words words
Only in context can you understand

But how could I ever be sure?
You hear it, but could you ever know?
Does Idividualism, instrumentalism, Intellectualism
Mean anything to you?

Even if it does
there’s a gap in perceptions
the space between your eyes and mine
is a world apart, never to meet

Expression is futile
we can never make any connections
You reverberate in my ear
and echo out of me
I reverberate in your ear
and echo out of you
Pushing and pulling like the tide
constantly eroding the meaning

But once in a while
when I look at you
and say “I love you.”
You say “I love you too.”

By the twist of your mouth
and the gleam in your eye
I know our definitions
are one, and the same

Though our emotions are lost in translation
and its challenging to put it into words
Your reply causes such sensations
I have no doubt.  You meant it.
  Mar 2015 Clover
L
Untangle yourself from your sheets.
Change your clothes.
Brush your hair.
Breathe
Brush your teeth.
Drink water.
Eat fruit.
Breathe
Pick a movie on Netflix.
Watch it without distraction.
Laugh at the jokes.
Breathe
Don't think about pills.
Don't think about crying.
Don't think.
Breathe
Get up.
Change your clothes.
Wash the tear stains from your face.
Breathe
Get in the car.
Pick up your sister.
Don't let them see you breaking.
Breathe
Remember that you're loved.
You have so much to do.
You have your entire life.
*Breathe...
**
Leigh
  Mar 2015 Clover
Lennox Jones
Sometimes all you can do
is lie in bed and hope
that you fall asleep
before it’s time to
get up.
  Mar 2015 Clover
Jessica Evans
War
Does he see your scars as battle wounds?
Does he understand the war being fought?
How your mind is fighting with itself
And both sides are losing.

Does he understand the days you get out of bed
Are battles won?
Does he know the nights you lie awake
Are battles lost?
How each day is a struggle to prepare your army?
And some days they just don't want to fight.

Does he tell you he'll fight the war with you?
Does he help heal the wounds?
When he holds you I hope it brings a white flag.
I hope his kisses are surrender.
this one is for hope.
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