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 May 2015 Lucy Michelle
AJ
I'm not sure what time it is.
Especially not right now.
There is no "right now".

By the time we can calculate
The exact millisecond of right now,
It's already over.
 May 2015 Lucy Michelle
Aditi
He is all
blooming sunflowers and rainbows
I'm all
darkness and reckless storm.


He is all
perfect moves and graceful steps
I am the
clumsiness tripping over myself.


He is all poetic verses and
how the sunshine tastes
I am the blot of ink scattered
all over the page


He is the name of the ache
my beating heart feels
I am the name of his forgetfulness
that is only confined to me


He Is the gentle summer rain, every creature appreciates
I am the extremity they warned you about in your books

He is the destination,
the only thing I have ever wanted
I am the blindfold, an illusion
Distracting him from his happy ending


He is the spotlight
of every party
I'm the 3am loneliness
the poets battle against


He exists a little bit
in all my poems and unfinished drafts*
I am the past he has long
buried
which no one knows a thing about
 May 2015 Lucy Michelle
JDK
Let's call it Big Fish in Small Pond syndrome.
Trying desperately to get these guppies to see the beauty of swimming against the stream.
It's all about the struggle, man.
Do you know what I mean?

Forgive me for being so angsty.
Chalk it up to a Holden Caufield complex.
Too much time contemplating what comes next.
I guess you could say I'm obsessed with death.

I'll drown eventually,
meanwhile trying to get them to believe it's not my fault.
Blame it on a flawed support system.
Blame my family, blame my friends.
Blame everyone and anything but me.

I'm starting to see it a little more clearly,
(though I'm not about to go for a psychology degree,)
but I think I now know what my problem is:
Hubris.
"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."
 May 2015 Lucy Michelle
Chris
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*I became a poet the day I wrote your name
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