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 Dec 2013 laura
Waverly
She used to run
her fingernails
down my sternum
all the way
to the bottom of my belly,
one little snake
tickling me
as she split me open,
and her jelly-smelling hair
coiled in jet-black
against my shoulders,
and her
amazonian lips
made my heart muggy,
so what I did
after she stopped splitting me open,
after she stopped
making trips from my heart
to my lower intestine,
is that I went to the coldest place
in the world,
but even then
I was warm with her constriction,
warm in the coldest places
warm without distinction.
 Nov 2013 laura
Daniel Kenneth
The walls were blue or
Maybe, grey and
Your eyes were brown
Your hair, the same
The music so soft
An echo in my mind
The hours drifted slowly
The worst passage of time

My voice, once sure
Now hesitant and shy
My heart, once pure
Now broken and dying
In the moonlight through the window
You looked at me like a ghost
As you told me, so cruelly
I was not the man you loved the most
 Nov 2013 laura
wounded
she was //
 Nov 2013 laura
wounded
she was
freckled, laughing morning
when the years were still beyond
a stretch of the imagination.

she was
winking, beaming daylight
when the moment was held
by the gaze of an eye.

she was
melancholy evenings
when forever had passed,
slipped through her fingers.
 Oct 2013 laura
amm
Untitled
 Oct 2013 laura
amm
I want to travel
To get away from you.
Your words,
They burn into my mind.
"You are not who you used to be."
I thought I changed for the better,
but I guess I never really changed at all.
 Oct 2013 laura
Daniel Magner
Why must I
pay
to live on the planet
I was
born
on?
Daniel Magner 2013
 Oct 2013 laura
Daniel Kenneth
These days, not much seems to be working
Words don't flow so smoothly
The patterns are off
The rhymes predictable
The themes, all too common

When stuck in a rut
One can't do much
But ride out the waves of frustration
And hope to your God for inspiration
And hope to your God, for inspiration
 Oct 2013 laura
amm
His Bride
 Oct 2013 laura
amm
Her shoulder blades, sharp enough to split individual teardrops in half that descended her cheekbones. She missed the feeling of the bed caving in, taking the contour of his body. Their legs intertwined under the blackened sheets to remind each other they are not alone, but alone she is. Her lips, cracked from the lack of moisture that his had failed to provide. They long for the taste of his early black coffee that lingered in the corners of his mouth when she awoke after him. The bed would be flushed from his body temperature and she'd roll over to run her fingers across the wrinkles that he left pressed in the sheets, feeling the heat. He was supposed to return to her that morning. Two years after his accident, her memories still transpicuous enough to remember their last everything with impeccable detail. Her gaze dropped down to her slender fingers, left hand, the silver ring that bound their love with the words he asked her to never let escape her memory on their first encounter.
"I do."
This was an assignment for a class I have, basically I needed to write something (anything) that had some sort of meaning to me and then take this and find something to photograph.
This has meaning to me because the last line, "...the words he asked her to never let escape her memory on their first encounter" my boyfriend told me to remember the words "I do" when we first met and I never understood why until he asked me to marry him when we're older.
 Oct 2013 laura
Atlas
Sitting there
I realized
I will never
Be the reason you wake up
In the morning

I will not
Be your muse

Nor will I
Be the reason why
This is your favorite coffee shop

All because
Your heart was already locked
I spent days, months, years
Trying to find the key
But she beat me
All I want to do
Is take what is rightfully mine
The love that could have been
Should have been
Would have been

If only
She hadn't come around
With her innocent smile
And naive eyes
Glaring
Staring me down
Like a hawk

What did she do to deserve you?
Is she a Goddess?
A Queen?
A Siren who sang to you
And lured you in so deep
You drowned?

My heart
Was stolen in the midst of
All of this chaos
But I know it is safe
Lying deep
Within the darkness

Is it wrong
If all I want
For me is you?

You are the reason I wake up
Every morning
You are my muse
And you make this coffee shop
Feel like home.
Its kind of a poetry whirl pool of emotions..good luck, enjoy, good night.
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