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Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

Alexandra Carlyle

When you came to me
I was too tangled
in the moment
to unknot your strings
of lies.  Too eager to collect
the words cascading
from your easy
grin.  Perhaps you prefer
me fragile and a little
helpless, fingers hovering
along the fluted edge
of a dream.  But in the morning
your eyes flickered
like candlelight, their warmth
tapering in a ribbon
of smoke.

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

What an Over Active and Often Not Understood Mind Needs

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

Matthias

What an Over Active and Often Not Understood Mind Needs

Ritalin.
Ah.

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

84. Trinkets 3/20/11

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

ERR

84. Trinkets 3/20/11

I missed you before we ever met
And dread the parting words
You were the pawn shop for my trinkets and baggage
Assigning palpable worth to the unimportant history
One man’s trash and tragedy
Is another man’s happiness attained
I traded my pain for gold
You’re the best story I ever told

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

you smell like

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

Mary Ann Osgood

you smell like

Saying things that are implied is only redundant if I am listening,
  but my ears have been filled with leaking thoughts
       and sounds reserved for when I flip the light switches down.
  loop after loop, it all becomes static
    his voice is a plant drooping from it's ***, melting down the sides
                    like lava I'm not afraid to touch.
   it is still nothing to yours:
Opening my eyes is harder than saying goodbye,
   harder than letting go for one cold, shivering moment
        even if all I need is enough breath to hold on tighter.
  the lines of your soft skin are muted whispers against mine,
              and the only visible movement dances colorfully inside of my eyelids.
     why is it so hard to
                    speak                when I am left
Alone, where thinking becomes almost excessively easy.
   it is too soon to mean it, or even let it float around
        while I cry, and wait for you to reach                        out
      and clasp it into the palm of your hand, where it will seep
   soak
           breathe in as part of your blood;
   but the feeling of not being able to convey how much I care
       is more taut than a balloon on the verge of eruption.
P**lease let me listen a little longer,
   breathe a little deeper,
   tell you things like thank you and ask you things like
                                            why?
            because even I don't know sometimes.

for a certain dangerous man I've come to know and adore.

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

By definition

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

Bubbly

By definition

Truth:
I am alone
I am lost
I am numb

It was easier
And far less embarrassing
To tell you:
"Please, **** me again..."
Than to admit the truth
To myself
To you

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

Nicotine

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

v V v

Nicotine

For those who long to hear,
silence screams like nicotine
addiction, the conscious void
an empty space where
all desires must be satiated
and everything evil
is revealed in a tide of
overwhelming
emptiness

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

being naked is more beautiful than my clothes.

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

Danielle Jones

being naked is more beautiful than my clothes.

we all have sorrows as deep as wells,
but i'm tossing them right out the door.
maybe this is where i shed my old skin like a cobra,
but i'm hardly as vicious.
i'm only as dangerous as you let me be,
with my bones as strong as glaciers and
my eyes could swim inside aquariums
or the Mediterranean sea,
like i have gills that could let me breathe.
i could make a home,
20,000 leagues under or i could
touch land with my sun shining shades
of affections
with the complexions of new worlds.
and did you know, that there are more stars
in our galaxies than there are particles of
sand on each coastal line -
i guess you can say we learn something valuable
when you least expect,
like how cats have one hundred vocal sounds and
we can relate because
our vocal sounds
are endless. we can use our voices.
kind of like our opportunities,
expanding like water turning to ice on our
puddles so we can walk on them without
rain boots or umbrellas that catch our tears.
instead, we wear our thickness overlapping
our feelings and
i just want to be naked.
if that leaves me vulnerable,
so be it as long as i can taste the glass half full
on my skin.

i just want to be happy.

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

almost

Mar 2011 Kiagen McGinnis

Mary Ann Osgood

almost

and then what is something once it has become nothing to you?
i have too many questions, my lips are too heavy to lift, part,
pucker, engage in any motion of speaking. you touch me and
I feel it in my toes, but i almost wonder:
do you? the words are always at the tip of
my tongue; the words are a mistake
waiting to be made. what if one
day i just forget, let them
hang between us like
stalactites,
slowly
d
     r
        i
           p
              p
                 i
                    n
                       g
                                                        to fill the silence?

and
then
what do
i become, if
i have let some
thing go on too far
or too quickly? i know the
warm tender exquisite
joyful heat of your inhale
as i know my own, but the beauty
lies in something else, in something i
cannot let you forget, even if it means I become
someone/thing else. down the hall, your faucet is
running. i can hear it through the knock on your door
and i wonder if you are listening to the same thing,
or simply dozing off in the scent of my hair. i've missed this.