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 May 2015 Duzy
Grace Pickard
******* in the life surrounding me through a coffee stirrer
Gulp
Gulp
Gulping up what I can whilst I drift away
i am drowning in my own lungs
Pay attention to my heart beat
Cadum
Cadum
Conundrum- no sleep
I panic
i must be having a heart attack
Close eyes open eyes close eyes
Blink
Blink
Blink I can't sleep
Heavy bags
Heavy mind
****** nose
Headache
Get out of bed
All awake

Lights on
Bzzzz
Bzzz flicker flicker
Lights off

Dog scratch
No time to relax
Awake open gate
Wait
Wait
Wait
Curl up in corner doze off
Dog bark
Sister coughed
Wide eyed
Anxious cries
Door opened
Worry for my life
Grab my mace
Dog runs inside
Lock the door
Crawl on the floor
Lights on
Remain awake
Skim finger tips
Ponder life
Freak out
Pass out
 May 2015 Duzy
Wing Girl
You said.
 May 2015 Duzy
Wing Girl
You said I was beautiful,
But it was just to flirt.

You said you loved me,
But you said that to everyone else.

You said you cared for me,
But you weren't there when I needed you the most.

You said you'd never do it again,
But I counted twice.
 May 2015 Duzy
Lisa Savage
BROTHER, HAVE YOU GOT A JOB?
SISTER, ARE YOU WORKING?
WE JUST WANT TO EARN A WAGE,
NO B.S. AND NO SHIRKING.
EVERY JOB WE SEEM TO FIND
DOESN’T PAY A LIVING;
ASKING FOLKS IF THEY WANT FRIES
IS THE ONLY JOB THEY’RE GIVING.

IF WE GOT A JOB RIGHT HERE
WE’D HELP TO BUILD DESTROYERS,
MAKING LOTS OF PROFITS FOR
GEN. DYNAMICS AND ITS LAWYERS.
WE DON’T WANT TO BUILD FOR WAR
WE WANT JOBS SUSTAINING
LIFE AND HEALTH AND LIBERTY
FOR EVERYONE REMAINING.

WHY CAN’T WE BUILD WINDMILL TOWERS?
TRAINS & TRACKS THEY RUN ON?
WHY DO ALL OUR TAXES GO TO
WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION?
Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy"
 May 2015 Duzy
Kelynn
open hearts
 May 2015 Duzy
Kelynn
I fell in like.
I got my heart broken.

I'm scared that next time
it'll be love,
but my heart will not be open.
 May 2015 Duzy
Erin
kiss.
 May 2015 Duzy
Erin
pull the trigger love
never mind the mess
bet you like it
bet you like
being a killer in my bed
I'll make it worth your while
to let me taste your death
that's dripping from your lips
and moving down my neck
 May 2015 Duzy
Kelynn
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 May 2015 Duzy
Kelynn
Some poems are long
and tedious to read
and boring
and have deeper meaning
and big words
and emotional appeal.

Some are not.
i would write you
a love letter
but i don’t know how
maybe i could start
with something cliché,
like ‘Dear you,’
and then I’d talk about
how your eyes gather sunlight
in the day
and shine golden
at night
but i was never
good with words

or maybe i could make you
a mixtape
and leave it
on your front door
there aren’t enough songs
about tuesday afternoons
and cuddles on the
kitchen floor
to get things
off the ground

so let me write you
a poem instead
a poem that rhymes
and the taste of
your strawberry lip gloss
the sound of
your name
but it wouldn’t make sense
anyway,
some are artists
( not me )
and some people
are art themselves
and my favorite poem
is you
it's hard not to write about love. it's hard to write about love when there's no one
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