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 Jun 2013 Emily Rogan
aria xero
Sweat brow perculates,
unmastered tongue erased all evidence,
moist palms dripping anxious thoughts.
pursed lips crackled and dry
flow words like rapids,
blink open eyes crusted by innocence
each scar buried in rock,
fracture and fault.
heart uplifted bent in regrets,
memories unconformities,
missing from sight.
flash to love, metamorphosed in time
growing, blending to crystals born.
layered finely touched in pain,
like grains lithify
ossify,
remain untouched, preserved
in stone jointed connections made.
meandering tears entrenched down-cutting
cheeks, bone exposed to roots.
once deposited feeling, now eroded to nothing,
blown by winds unforgiving
these days pass like eons.
 Apr 2013 Emily Rogan
Mike Hauser
What If...

The soldiers of the world
     All at the very same time
Laid down their mighty weapons
     And refused to fight

Walked off of the killing fields
     To make their way back home
As the world stood by and watched
     Would we then all get along

What If...

Those who preached of hate
     Suddenly shut their mouths
Turning from the hatred in their hearts
     To find what true love is all about

Would it make a difference
     In how you loved those around
Would it make a difference
     In how you loved yourself

What If...

All the leaders of the world
     Came together for one day
Locked themselves inside a room
     With their advisors out of the way

Could they see each other with value
     And become the best of friends
Seeing it's not just a country after all
     But a world that we live in

What If...
 Apr 2013 Emily Rogan
R
She's your reason
To write poetic words.

I'm just there
To be supportive.

She's your reason
To wake up.

I'm just there
To watch you love her.


Do you think it's easy for me? To be around you? To be in your midst?
Your heartbeat drives me crazy, your laugh makes me wild.
You make me so happy, yet you don't even care.

It's alright though.
No really, im fine.
No, I'm over you.
But am I?
Hold my hand.
I'm not asking you,
hold my hand.
step back from the ledge you climbed up to,
take a breath,
hold my hand,
move back grab my fingers,
hold tight to my wrists,
grab at my elbows move past them
hug my waist
and i will keep you from falling the very least Ill you help you back up,
and like you,I  too  feel like falling,
late at night,
between the cold sheets and the corner room,
I scratch at the raw parts,
scars that I beg to heal,
I poke at the raw meat and the bruises,
I make believe and etch and sketch all in the same sequence,
but I offer this body,
worn and weathered,
I'll do my very best to shield you from the cold,
step back from the edge love,
I need you to see what you mean to me.
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