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 May 2013 Ciara
Britty Revae
Girls like me
like to leave scars
on the people we touch
as to show anyone who
comes after that we were
there and we will always
be there.
 May 2013 Ciara
Britty Revae
I was 15 years old with trails
of white powder dripping from my nose.
I was 16 and never saw a sober day of my life,
I hid behind bottles of whiskey and ***,
bags of molly, and vials of kitty.
I was 17 and growing tired
of this life.
I was 17 and knew this
wasn’t who I was meant to be.
I was 17 with friends and
a pact to move to California and make
something of ourselves. I was 18
and kicked out of my mothers house.
I was 18 and living with a best friend.
I was 18 and found out they
were doing ****** and ****.
I was 18 and sick of
all the lies so I left.
I moved to Socal where
I surfed couch to couch till I
climbed my way to the Bay area.
I was 19 and lost.
I was 19 and went on a 2 month
road trip with my best friend and a guy who tried to ****** me.
I was 19 and
looking for myself. I made it
to New Orleans and back with only losing myself
more. I was 19 and fell in love
for the first time. I was
20 and met a boy whom I never
sought out to show me how to change myself until he broke my heart for
the very first time. I was
20 years old and let him enter my
tunnel heart   like the yellowbird  he is.
He made it out alive but for a second I didn’t think I would.
I did. I was 20 and
finding myself. I was 20 and getting myself
together after a broken heart.  
I was 20 and I found myself for the first time.
I was 20 and no longer wanted death for my birthday
I am now 21 and fearless.
 May 2013 Ciara
Susan O'Reilly
Just
 May 2013 Ciara
Susan O'Reilly
“Just a fling,

didn’t mean anything”

family in ruins

you sing the same tunes

Not the first time

you committed this crime

this crime of passion

downtrodden my new fashion

I’ve met someone new

haven’t told you

but then it’s

“Just a fling,

doesn’t mean anything”
The weather
it's sobbing, but not really.
My heart
it's trembling, really.
Cause I look,
and sometimes I see
but sometimes I don't.
So I wonder as I look her,
Fishnets, mascara and hair 
like silk 
(I must admit to envy).
And I do see
Your hat- hers now, if only momentarily
(I must confess to jealousy)
You make it delicious.
And I ponder and hash and squirm about 
This **** Symbology. 
I hover on knife's edge and ponder this to:
Shall I fall
         jump
         or tightrope?
Maybe I'll astonish and grow wings.
Such marvelosity.
(I'm feeling whimsical- practically bubbly
And yet, still morose).
And so the weather cries
And so, too, my heart.
If you could only see
One color
of the rainbow and beyond
What- how could you decide?
Red
 anger, love, elmo and stop signs
 i'd give you roses - not just a dozen- a flower shop full
Orange
 fruit, sherbet, traffic cones and tigers
 i could watch a billion sunsets- if you would just hold my hand?
Yellow
 lemonade, fear, highlighters and dandelions
 you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
Green
 luck, mint, leprechauns, and grass
 i'm envious of her, though her significance is debatable
Blue
 rain, robin eggs, sky, and oceans
 could i cry with you? i'm still not sure.
Purple
 mountains, shadows, lilacs and royalty
i'll bake you a mulberry pie, dripping with juice and made with love- that eternal 'secret' ingredient

As for me, I'd choose brown.
Brown for honest earth, for rich dark chocolate, for tall reaching trees, and for coffee dark as night, hot as hell, strong as love.

For your smooth skin, warm and vibrant.
An inch away from mine, I wonder what it would feel like to kiss you, soft and sweet.

But I look away, laugh with my friend, watch the black evening outside.

And sigh.
What's your color?
 May 2013 Ciara
Susan O'Reilly
I’ve just had an epiphany

it’s okay to be me

I’m full of insecurity

I can no longer hold my ***

some days my glass is empty

I can’t make coffee

but

I make my friends laugh with glee

I have the love of my hubby

my son says he’s proud of me

so

tomorrow I’m going to be

the best me I can be
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