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 May 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
I wonder why the people here have planted all these
trees
With roots so deep inside their heads, grown in through
memories
The branches form a canopy, a place for light to
rest
In dormancy procure a way to lay upon your
chest
Forgotten words once kept within will open up your
core
And so release a perfect tongue not spoken
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 May 2013 J P
Donny Edward Klein
I’m a terrible conductor who’s lost his train of thought.

“Stool sample….????
I’ll see what I have at my bar.”

If you love to race, are you considered a racist?

I use my left brain to make the right choices.

Let’s call it teethpaste. I have more than one tooth.

I like to push the envelope until it pushes back.

“What type of writer are you?”  I replied, “A typewriter.”

Bear traveling from north to south is a bipolar bear.

He easily cracked under pressure.  He was just so eggstrasensitive.

Rules are constantly broken; they will probably develop severe arthritis.
Work was slow this week.
We have created a time
where our air smiles
like a precious gem
found within a storm.  
Each spoken sentence
we find to be filled
with purpose,.....
sound and warm.

Regret does not glisten
nor is it placed in this time
dressed up as hurt
impossible to understand.  
This is a place
where one can find
the staircase of stillness,
silence at hand.

Showers of love
fall as stars in this time
along the places where we sail
on a subtle breeze.  
We can see their reflections
turned inside out......
like a smile
Copyright © 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 May 2013 J P
JM
If I
 May 2013 J P
JM
am not kissing you
within five seconds
of seeing your eyes
in shared sunlight,
then the earthworms
will swarm to our
feet and by seven seconds
our tongues will touch
and the universe will
stop holding it’s breath,
knowing our time has begun.
 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
Last Night
 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
I have a list
of people I
cannot go to
when my heart
is collapsing
and I hate that
you've put
yourself on it.
 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
Slip
 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
My heart feels way
too heavy for my
ribs to hold and I'm
just waiting for it to d








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 May 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
so many conversations in my head

it's like I never
left

.
 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
Jungle
 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
My feet
a   c   h   e
for streets
they haven't
yet walked
and I want
to feel
concrete on
my fingers,
catch the
breeze of a
crowd as they
cross the street.
I need to be
somewhere
too big to
get lost.
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