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 Nov 2014 Joseph Childress
Meg B
Sometimes after I've
Had a drink or two,
Or a few more,
I convince myself that I can
Find what I want
In the superficial distractions,
Building my ego in faked conversations,
Pretending to be the careless girl
I've never really been able to be,
But pass me one more beer
So I can text every other
Y-chromosome in my phone
And pretend the meaningless
Exchange of dialogue
Even minimally replaces the gross
Urge I repress
To send you the stifled sonnets
That lay dormant at the pit of
My suppression.
Honey, you've never met pure evil
Until you've seen me posed upon your front lawn
At midnight, enveloped in the darkness
Getting my retribution for the wrong you've done.

I know that you never saw it coming to you,
Because you never knew I played games like this,
But currently you are the mouse
And I the cat, triumphant at last.

You should have realized that before you told a lie
And made me look like a villain
That I would come for you, somehow, sometime
Here, I am now honey
Leaving you the damage that you once left behind.
 Nov 2014 Joseph Childress
Manny
Worrying comes as second nature to some people,
Do not tell them to stop, if they knew how - don't you think they would have saved themselves from the heartache's that would ensue?
Worrying is inevitable;
The only difference is, it comes more naturally to some rather than others.
If you cross paths with a worrier - take my advice,
Leave them be.
One woman's worry can be another woman's sanctum.
Written 11:57am Tuesday 25th November 2014
(C) Maniba Kiani
desire
like pyre,
like
a piece of wood
i am,
ignite
the spark
with love
if not,
with hate
-- but
remember
deep in
is the spirit
of phoenix--
like
the fire,
hidden
in wood--
There's screaming in the other room,
School papers covering the floor,
Music blocking everything.

My brain drowning in thoughts
Stressing,
Falling apart

Loneliness overcomes me
Choking me

The temple of my soul is crumbling
Drowning in black tar
With no hopes of a savior
Eating skittles while telling
my love silly riddles. We throw
pebbles in the river and watch
the ripples forming circles.
Trying not focus much at how
they multiply and look pretty as
fine poetry. We believe that would
help us avoid feeling light headed
and dizzy. If we were at the sea we'd
hug and watch the waves crash on the
shore. Bowing down to kiss our wet
sandy toes. As the clouds part so the day
light shines down on our fragile skin
and the skies write our love story that's
about to begin* ~
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