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Nov 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Caitilin Lawrence

Please.
Don't Speak.
Not Yet.

Let me live in this silence.
In this limbo.

There is still hope here
that you may not break my heart.

Just give me this moment.
Please.

This could still end happily.
With hugs and kisses and promises.

It won't
But right now I can pretend.

Please.
Let me dream here longer.

But you open your perfect lips.
And I am broken.

Please.
Just leave.
Now.

Anyone who has been broken up knows this moment. It's over. You know they are going to say the words that finalize it. But there is always a silence while that person delays the inevitable and you can still hope. This is my first poem here so suggestions are welcome

Nov 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Repentance

Nov 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Patrick McCombs

Repentance

A solider walked into town
As the sun sank down
Into the deep blue of the ocean
There was a charge of emotion
That you could almost see in the air
As all of the villagers stared
It had been twenty long years
But those who remembered, remembered their fears
From that long and terrible night
When the rebels fought a ****** fight
And this man led the opposition
Who made the decision
To **** all who were involved
Before rebellion spread and evolved
It was a foot note in imperial history
And the commander was a mystery
After the promotions, he suddenly retired
Unable to comprehend what had transpired
Now after twenty years he had returned
Older, wiser, and more learned
He went to each family and begged for forgiveness

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

the l vents again

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

hkr

the l vents again

some of my friends have this habit
of waking up with letters on their foreheads
and falling asleep with numbers
on their lips

what happened to
when you grow up,
you can be anything

now people are essentially saying
you lost the right to a future
with your grade on that math test

do you see an L
on my face?

i won't starve just because
i'm not a human
calculator.

there's more to life than "points" and abcdef.

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Conversation

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Ai

Conversation

We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.
You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
And when you open your mouth,
a ball of yellow light falls to the floor
and burns a hole through it.
Don't tell me, I say. I don't want to hear.
Did you ever, you start,
wear a certain kind of dress
and just by accident,
so inconsequential you barely notice it,
your fingers graze that dress
and you hear the sound of a knife cutting paper,
you see it too
and you realize how that image
is simply the extension of another image,
that your own life
is a chain of words
that one day will snap.
Words, you say, young girls in a circle, holding hands,
and beginning to rise heavenward
in their confirmation dresses,
like white helium balloons,
the wreathes of flowers on their heads spinning,
and above all that,
that's where I'm floating,
and that's what it's like
only ten times clearer,
ten times more horrible.
Could anyone alive survive it?

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Poet's Identity

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

-

Poet's Identity

I put pen to paper
not knowing
what to expect
if I will be satisfied
with what I write
or if anyone
will like
what I
write

I don't see myself
as a gifted soul
all my words
were dug up
from the dark
and beautiful
parts of me
that were
buried
in soil

my heart speaks
so loudly
even my mind
can hear
the echoing
of my thoughts
as I think of the
memories
which made me
and created
the identity
of the poet
that I became
to be

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

school is prison

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

haley

school is prison

i am drowning
another blank face
unrecognized and vacant
passing in the hall
in the empty eyes

bleeding out sleep
stress headaches
dehydration cramps
anxiety stomachaches
keeping me awake
through invisible sores

the teachers eyes
indifferent and glazed
too tired to care
why are we so tired
cut me through and through

i should be thankful for school but the system is flawed and school makes me literally sick to my stomach

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Stop

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Emily Tyler

Stop

I hate that you're depressed
because
you are so
beautiful.

I do love you,
even if
we just met.

You are perfect.
Those scars on your
thighs
are
destroying
you.

I hate how it
Poisons your
Bloodstream,
Making you cut open
your skin
in ribbons.

Stop

Please stop.

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

The daughter you once had

Oct 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Ariadna Parrales

The daughter you once had

You were supposed to care.
You were supposed to be there,
to hold my hand along the way,
to stay, make me feel safe.

You were supposed to dance with me at prom.
Hadn't we been waiting for so long?
You had to be there when I went to college that very first day,
reminding me constantly everything would be ok.

You were supposed to meet my first boyfriend and try to drive him out of town,
but I never expected it to be the other way around.
You needed to be there in my darkest times,
telling me grades are just numbers, I'd be just fine.

You were supposed to teach me how to drive.
Clutch, gear, brake! Don't worry, you'll survive!
You had to be there when physics started being senseless,
"yes it is! It's God's way to show us his Greatness!"

You were supposed to be there when I was performing on a stage,
feeling proud I was finally making a change.
You needed to be there to help me make desicions,
support me while I was transforming my life's vision.

You are still supposed to be here.
You are still supposed to care.
I'm not supposed to feel fear
every time I remember your face.

And I just know it all too well...

You won't be there on graduation
to hug me and show appreciation.
You won't be there when I get my first job,
cheer me up saying "you rock!"

You won't be there to walk me down the aisle
with tears in your eyes and in complete denial.
You won't see how your grandchildren look,
you'll never know if they resemble you.

You won't be there when I achieve my goals,
you won't be there to celebrate them as yours.

So I won't be there when you need me the most.
I won't be there to catch you when you fall.
'Cause you were supposed to care,
to be there and hold my hand.
To act like a real dad,
to the daughter you once had...

Sep 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Introvert. (Ten words)

Sep 2013 Jacqueline ''Jack'' Maby

Jill

Introvert. (Ten words)

I don't know how to tell him
I'm happier alone