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I remember the baggage you had,
Tagged with everyone that
Hurt you.
There are miracles in there because
There you are.
Still standing.
Still a believer in heaven and hell.
The ******* can never know they
Did this,
To you.
Keep this secret stuck in your throat.
Cover your mouth!

It might escape,
Like your
Hope.
 May 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
princess
I stood in the rain hoping you would wash away from me, but it only made me cold and reminded me I no longer have you to keep me warm
 May 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
AJ
Garden
 May 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
AJ
When I first met you,
You has this smile on your face.
And I swear to god
I couldn't make this up if I tried,
But if you looked at the ground
The way you looked at me,
I promise you
At least four dozen flowers
Would have sprouted right up from the ground.
You were that magical.

But three months in,
And a bottle and a half of *****,
You hit me so hard,
That you left bite marks in my mind,
And scars on my heart composed of your fingerprints.

All the flowers have died.
 May 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
jennee
You're kind of like yesterday's rain
You're gone but not completely
I can still smell you
And feel your presence
How you set foot
And left your mark
But only for a while
Before you leave for good
And come back again
Unexpected
And I hate how you
Just leave without saying
A simple goodbye
Just a reminder that
You were there
And that you'll be
Gone again

n.j.
I am stuck in a long hallway
Of mirrors
Each one shows something new
And unfamiliar
I can't even tell
Which one is me
Because I have expectations
But I can't see reality
I wish I could just perform
A vanishing act
Because I can't stand
The image that reflects
I am done with seeing
Elongated arms and chubby legs
And that twisted symphony
Repeating in my head
The number on the scale
Can never get too small    
Cause the mirror looks the same
When I leave the bathroom stall
Always something different
I just wish there was consistency
Because these carnival mirrors
Have got me hating all of me
On body dysmorphic disorder and bulimia. I pretty much feel this way every time I look into a mirror.
Age
Growing up
     is not what
it seems.

       That's why
there are
people in their fifties
         acting like
they're fifteen.
It's just a "numbers game"
The lip lock opens the heart’s floodgates
Waves of emotions surges towards the shore
The riders surfing over rising waves
Quenching the penchant for adventure
Synchronizing every move, to stay afloat
Shying away from the shoreline
For, the adventure has just begun
Wild desires are insatiable, testing out the limits
Caught in the strong undercurrent of the confluence**




© Amitav (Radiance)
INTRODUCTION
someone's following you online here,
and you want to know why
Well, here's why...take your pick



POSSIBILITIES*

1)
Oh, I follow you because you look good
and though I never read your poems
I come back often
year after year
to see if you age at all


2)
you don't use your real name
you use a moniker or pseudonym -
and I'm just  going by the desperate hope
you are Obama or Putin incognito
and you might give me asylum one day
if I'm outlawed by one or the other

3)
I'm in jail for life
and this is the only way I can stalk anyone

4)
I was hoping you'd reciprocate
and follow me too -
so why the hell don't you, hypocrite!?

5)
I'm your ****** boss in disguise
and I'm at this site keeping track
of how much office time you waste here,
you ****** loafer!

6)
I'm actually your wife
and I got a thing or two to say to you
about all those comments
you've written for the women here
Same old liar here and at home, aren't you?
Just wait till you get home...

7)
Well, I'm a ****** academic
who never gets creative
so I'm collecting all your poems
and I'll publish them in my name
and there'll be praise all round for me
as academic, and poet, and novelist too
(the novels I steal from my students)

8)
you scratch my back
I scratch yours

9)
Why do I follow you?* -
but aren't you my mum?
You never taught me
to let go of your apron strings

10)
actually, it was a mistake, see
I was on my smartphone and I went
tap, tap, tap
and my index finger fell on "Follow"
and I'm too darned lazy to set it right...
that's how I ended up following you


11)
My cult tells me
the Messiah is here at this site
so I just follow everyone
in case it happens to be you -
it is you, isn't it?
...poem above is just an exercise in imagination (sure, I've heard fiction may be truer than reality) ...exercise your own imagination - add a possibility (or more)  below, please
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