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Karen M Mar 1
“You’ve got a friend in me.” –Randy Newman

You spread your lies through the disguise you’ve
Mastered so perfectly. Your sticky, honeyed words got
Me tangled in your alluring web. Each thread smothers a
Different part of my mind and body refusing to see the friend
I once knew has faded away. My thoughts belong to the parasite in
My conscience, trapping the truth in the rotting shell of a new me.
A golden shovel.
  Mar 1 Karen M
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
  Feb 21 Karen M
Ian Robinson
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
  Feb 21 Karen M
Talis Ren
In a room full of cowards
You still had the gall
To eat the heart of a snake
And dress like one too
Karen M Feb 21
My brother, only by a half, was the best half.
Gift giving was his specialty. I was four
when he gave me a faulty
Powerpuff Girl nightlight to push away
the darkness. I was seven
when he bought me a PlayStation with his favorite games
without a memory card. I was ten
when he made me an aunt to three boys
I’d only ever see twice. I was fourteen
when he sent me origami flowers
in the mail without a return address. I was eighteen
when he handed me
down his car that he tricked
our dad into paying for. I was twenty-one
when he sent his blue scrawl
begging and pleading across the lined
prison paper folded over a smashed and deformed
origami flower.
  Feb 14 Karen M
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
Karen M Feb 13
people
                                                                                      destroyed




blowing
              forcing
                                                   striking



           water
                    deep
          deep


      lost
                                                                            wrecked





                                                                                                   unknown
               helpless


                                                   sailors.
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