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 May 2016 Pea
cringemaster
One Day
 May 2016 Pea
cringemaster
I miss you with every particle of my being
I am burning
I am dying
I still love you and I am trying to move on
All I want is to go back in time
To one day when things were good
A day when you and I were happy
Because we made each other happy
I just want one last day
One last kiss
One last time with you in my arms
One last day where you still love me
Just one day to spend with you
By my side and in my lap
Watching movies and cuddling
And loving each other as we once did
I want to wake up from this nightmare
And call you
Tell you a story
And know you still love me
If only you still did
I miss you so much
I really really do
I'm putting my poems back
Sorry I erased them
I miss you with 157% of my being
 May 2016 Pea
Rustle McBride
Mom, on Mother's day I thank you
and I 'd like to tell you what you are
to a boy, who's now a man,
but still a son who's going far.

When I was young you gave me feelings,
and you took them from your own.
You built in me a person
strong enough to stand alone.

You taught me how to care.
It does not come naturally.
But, it makes me who I am,
and it's who I'm proud to be.

You showed me how to love
by loving me regardless,
of the pain I put you through
and the faults that I possess.

You put in me a need to know
the things I did not know.
You taught me how to learn.
You taught me how to grow.

You did so many things for me.
So much, I cannot say.
I am indebted to you mother.
To my own kids I'll repay.
 May 2016 Pea
Ronell Warren Alman
Mothers are always there
For they are gentle hearts that are sincere
Mentoring you with life's lessons
Along with guidance and protection
Encouraging you to give it your all
So you can stand up tall
Monitoring results at everything you do
They want the best for you
 May 2016 Pea
Ekaterina
Crease
 May 2016 Pea
Ekaterina
I laugh indoors
Like the sound of lullabies on Saturday night
Drowning in liquor
Seeping into my eardrums
Leaking through the bedsheets

I hold my breast in one hand
And my eyes in the other
Trying to maneuver the small talk I had wanted to abandon
Over dinner
Last week, or
Was it last month?

Maybe a year back.

It all comes crashing down
I swore to you that I was honest
That I did not need more than my daily bread
You pour wine down my throat
And grab my wrist as you twist my words
So I go up those stairs
And out of your life
And I hold my breath
So one day you won't have to


I was born and thrown into the deep end
Ankles twisting and cork heels breaking
Mascara running
Lipstick smears on your collar
Fear manifesting within the buttons on my shirt
As you pop each one onto the floor

To sleep perchance
To be awake
It isn't long until my back is in the grass
And my knees are red
From trying to grasp the need for all of it

Leave it be


I'm 15 and you're all but a fever dream.
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