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May 2012 Dylan Anthony

Jagari Mukherjee

I may not have the glamorous sheen,
The moves, the grooves of sweet sixteen,
I get angry soon and am suspiciously keen –
But I’m your Is, Will Be and Has-Been
So don’t send me away honey,
For I’m your crazy, wayward queen.

I fight with you and punch your nose,
Of my short temper you get overdose,
Just smile at other girls – you’ll know what I mean,
But don’t send me away honey –
I’m your crazy, wayward queen.

So what if in our last quarrel I pulled your hair?
When you walk, I worship the surrounding air;
You my soul, you’re tall and lean,
The one that I dreamt of as a lonely teen,
You’re my love and my war and everything in-between;
Don’t send me away honey,
For I’m your crazy, wayward queen.

May 2012 Dylan Anthony

Sweet Dreams

May 2012 Dylan Anthony

Allison Hill

Sweet Dreams

Tonight, I gargle with sleep.
I have dreams.
You haunt me.

I remember how you
honestly held me.
How you whispered
sweet nothing's in my ear.

Tonight, I gargle with sleep.
I have dreams.
Where happiness is short lived.

May 2012 Dylan Anthony

For The Guys

May 2012 Dylan Anthony

Cece

For The Guys

I'm not the girl that needs to be
taken care of, or treated like
a ******* porcelain doll.
I'm bruised and tattered, and
so are you. It's no secret.
Why should we pretend?

Someone needs to be real with me
and not say what I want to hear.
Tell me the hard ****, and show me
the world of how you really think
inside that ****** up head of yours.

I hate cliche, so don't be like that.
Don't butter me up with compliments.
They make me uncomfortable. And
that way, I won't feel so **** lost when they stop
flowing out of your mouth because you're bored of courting.

Let me be your friend first, I don't want to be
put on a pedestal, like I'm some piece of art to admire.
There is no need for the attention, it's degrading, in fact.

Tease me, and make me laugh. Don't be so
**** serious. I hate it. This isn't a drill camp.
Don't be afraid to play rough with me, I'm
a big girl. I can handle myself. So just... don't
think about it. Okay? Lets just go run around
and have some fun. I don't need you to be
serious.

Don't get me wrong though, sometimes
it would be nice if you held my hand. Or
let me play with your hair, and
scratch your back.
                                                                                                                                                                                But hey.
                                                                                                                              I don't require your full commitment.
                                                                                                                                                In fact, I don't even want it.
                                                                                                                                                            Lets go **** **** up.

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