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 May 2013 Erin Kay
K Mae
on this day of expanding heart
grateful tears meet each new kindness
and lightning strokes of pain
deepen breath
*
*as cardiac straps burst free
Sand paper hands
And blanket warm skin
Help her though, she can't remember the smell
When's the last time you spoke the single syllable she loves so much
And how is it that you cause her a tornado of emotions
While all anyone can hear
Is white noise
You walk past her like she's a ghost
It's silent, but look at her! She's screaming your name!
Her knuckles are white from holding on
Her fingernails imprinted on her palm
Foolish, foolish girl
Let no one justify her mistakes
Because it was you wasn't it, who blindfolded her
You spun her around, told her to run, and when she opened her eyes
You would be there....you would be there
She's still spinning
Waiting for the right time to sprint
 May 2013 Erin Kay
Lyra Brown
out of the blue you asked me if
the reason we don't talk anymore is because
both of us are supposedly "busy"
or if it is because
i'm trying to get better
while you're still trying to die

i quit beating around the bush
and told you the honest truth
scared to death
of hurting you even more
than you already are.

"it's okay, i understand. see you on the other side."
was all you said.

it breaks my heart to know that there are
two connotations
to that answer
and i might never find out
which one you were
referring to.
 May 2013 Erin Kay
Lyra Brown
i watched blankets of people
rip themselves off of you
one by one by one
you were no longer beautiful to them,
the wrong things became important to you
and so
they left and you
turned cold.

i still find you beautiful
but i have divorced my heart from you
there's not much to say when i see you,
not enough space to feel when i'm around you,
not enough affection to resuscitate
all of the moments you let me drown.

i don't want to hate you anymore, but
i don't want to love you either. both of them are
painful, so i get caught in between.

i wish i could wish you a happy mother's day
and feed into your belief
that you are a good mother, the belief you use to cover up
your deep seated self hatred
but i can't.

i will always find you beautiful
but i won't be around anymore
to tell you that.
 May 2013 Erin Kay
Daniel Magner
She may find my
harsh tattoo
and unmalleable attitude
something that does not suit
her range of liking,
but I've changed
one, two, many times
to give a ****
if a dime minds my demeanor.  
Steel Reserve, and steely nerves,
I don't even have an interior
just miles of walls.
Glass eyes don't blink at all
when her clothes fall
or her voice calls
my name.
This clay is fired
it's too late to
change.
© Daniel Magner 2013
The frothy waves reflect everything
As they are kissed by the pale blue sky and the liquid gold that descends on the horizon
The waves start of as graygreen, then white as they crest
And as they extend for their five second lifespan on the dark sand
They turn a brilliant baby blue touched with a burning orange of the now fading sun.

I watched and waited
Anticipated what might happen when you pulled into the parking lot
Cold hands shoved deep into my pockets, feeling around for what I was supposed to say
Ideas ping-ponged back and forth but no poetry escaped my pursing lips
Even as you pulled into the parking lot,
Let your engine cough and sputter like all the things that I tried to say to you that night
Tried to hide inside myself as I sat in the passenger seat
Confused, conflicted, jaded, manipulated
I let my mouth run like the Nile,
But it didn’t matter a word I said…

You were beautiful like the ocean
But unlike the frothy waves that reflect the pale blue sky and liquid gold that they are kissed by
You reflected nothing as you pulled away from my lips
Your hands still wrapped around my waist
Tugging at my jacket’s zipper
Because I already bare my soul, so why not bare my body, too
For you…I wouldn’t have thought twice
Following the advice of my two best friends,
I was more naughty than nice for once in my life I went in for the **** and I got
Stabbed
Clearly it was a simple and sincere mistake to make
Out with your best friend
and into the pants of her closest classmate, mister I-don’t-date-friends:
I hope you’re happy how this ends.
The sea swallows the sun
Leaving only but a pale orange afterglow.
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