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 Sep 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
I have never felt more alone, gripping this coffee mug,

sat up in the center of my queen sized bed.

And it never gets old, choosing the cutest coffee mug that no one will see me drink out of.

I could just sip from a plastic cup but I don't think I'm ready to give the act up.



I have never felt more alone, microwaving cool coffee in a cute mug.

Because, the truth is I could only drink from Styrofoam,

But the roses painted on the warm ceramic in my hand make me feel like the kind of girl you'd wanna lay in bed with all day,

So, for now, I won't have any,

I'll just keep it warm

until you call to say you're on your way.
 Sep 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
(but will you) love me
in pigeon's pose when
my tummy rolls over
like rice paddies and
the dimples in my
thighs are as moon
craters on that 27th
spoonful of peanut
butter, orbit on my hips
squeeze the fat beneath
my arms to relieve all
your stress, when I'm
singing zee avi in the
shower and you realize
I once told you a choir
teacher said I was a high
soprano but my voice is
so low on that ceiling
mingling with the steam
in the silver vents, don't you
know that

heat

rises?
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

a love poem for myself.
listen,
i avoid your shows
and your friends
and your mom (and
god i loved your
mom more than i
loved you, i think)
and i have even
stopped going to
target in case you
might be working.
i'm so tired of
going out of my
way to be normal.
yours,
Megan
 Sep 2014 Daniel Magner
hkr
my mother loved me so
she burnt my heart out
before i met you

my father loved me so
he handed me his anger
before i met you

my family loved me so
there was nothing left
when i met you.
and i'm so sorry for that.
 Sep 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
i have forgotten
that i am all sharp
edges with blunt
letters, that these
arrows are shot
with arcs but
s
t
i
c
k
in the ground,
sometimes I fancy
myself honey but
I am all vinegar
all salt, no soothe.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Sep 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
We like to watch the sunflowers lose their petals because it comforts us to know that the things we found beautiful when they were strong & whole are still beautiful even when they fall apart
 Sep 2014 Daniel Magner
Cali
Color me in.
I lie naked and
wrapped in white linen-
A corpse.
If only my mind could
lie still as my body.

Let them carry me
to the incinerator.
But the pallbearers
have heard my death rattle,
they've found me out.

But I am an island now.
It is quiet here, only
remnants of Chopin

and little gold rings,
ashes,
a story in Braille,
what else have you got?

I'm so tired of being
the Phoenix in this tale.
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