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 Oct 2011 danielle m
Unlife
Fat Man
 Oct 2011 danielle m
Unlife
Everything you know

Is what was sold to you.

But keep smiling and keep eating and keep drinking

(that’s an order)

Because anesthesia is cheap these days
 Oct 2011 danielle m
Marsha Singh
It's been a week; I know you said
sometimes it may be hard to write.
I understand, I really do –
I've been very busy, too,
learning how to sleep at night
and falling out of love with you.
Death told her
           her life should end
and he was her friend

Calmly, she stole my gun
     she walked outside in the sun
pulled the trigger, set the mood
barrel to her head to conclude

I saw her head come undone
,,, Reached down, for my gun
Eyed the chunks in her hair
Now to my head |
                               |I draw a rose there.
Of gunslingers
An old man perches over his desk
Contemplating memories.
Grief stretched across his smile
As he holds the photograph
Of when he was a child.

He cursed what he had to thank;
Death had not been cruel to him.
His flesh yet breathes while
The earth eats every year,
Another love'd wife or child

A life time of –almost|
                                      **Just Wasn't Good Enough.
Part 2 of 2
 Sep 2011 danielle m
Kate Bostic
I have my moments,
I tend to sometimes lie,
I might forget things or not even try.

I might roll my eyes,
Flip a finger or two.
But I'm a teenager,
Weren't you one too?

I try to be nice,
I don't want to be mean.
I try to be different,
But it's part of the routine.

I may have different crushes every week,
Maybe a beau or two,
But I have never not loved you.

Don't give up on me.
I'm sorry for the wear and tear.
But I'm worth it in the end,
I promise,
I swear.
 Sep 2011 danielle m
Marsha Singh
This is a lonely poem,
a half an hour before dawn poem,
a poem like an empty kitchen –
a godforsaken (god, I'm shaking)
feeling like I just want to go home
poem. (and I am home)
 Sep 2011 danielle m
Wuji
Parasite
 Sep 2011 danielle m
Wuji
You,
Are a,
Parasite.

*******,
My blood,
All day and night.

But,
I like the distance between us,
Tight.

The thought,
Of ripping you off,
Causes me great fright.

When,
I look at you,
My parasite.

I,
Cannot believe,
There is anything more beautiful in sight.

For you,
Have my blood,
And replaced it with venom.

And plan to bomb my heart with terrorist.
Go ahead,
Send 'em.

For I know,
That when my heart explodes,
It will be too much for you to bear.

And you will explode,
Into a scarlet blaze,
Knowing that I no longer care.
A relationship shouldn't feel like leech therapy, should it?

— The End —