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 Jan 2012 Madeline
Samuel
Let me tell you
             something
this world, our
         world
                              is not merely in constant flux but a state of revolution
                                                the periods of war and disease, of poverty and greed are
                                        coming to a close but
    hunger
                       hunger will remain close to the heart, hunger will
                 remain transformed, a hunger for humanity because
                                                         ­          this world, our
                                                                ­            world
                            craves understanding
and to
     deny its plea is to dim the lights on
                        dreams of our people, therefore
               a new system will be implemented, a system
                                                  in which our schools will no longer spoon-feed prior
                        accomplishments to students but will
encourage and
                                            inspire them to bring forth their own
 Jan 2012 Madeline
Samuel
Newness
 Jan 2012 Madeline
Samuel
Speak
       to me I'm
    sleeping away what's
   left of the day and
           there's been nothing better
          since I've known so
and even though
       I find it fairly new I
                  really like you.
 Jan 2012 Madeline
Jeanette
My God, what a ******* gaping hole
sits inside of me today.
It eats at my sanity and
I'd like nothing more than
to fill it with *****,
and Bob Dylan's The Freewheelin' on vinyl.

When you're this alone no one calls
and if they do it's just the bill collectors
and they only want what you can't give,
much like everybody else.
 Jan 2012 Madeline
Faeri Shankar
They always said curiosity killed the cat.

Rat-ta-tat-tat.

Insignificant, curly shavings of thoughts slap the pink cerebral walls,

Porous with confusion and intellectual growth.

Experience.

Plump veins intricately woven between billowing realms of data

developing, destroying, at an electrical pace

Pulsing hollow answers like a motherless hooved heart ******* venom from Daddy’s fingertips

Menacing raindrops

On the tin roof over the shelter where too much dust collects

And Mr. Potato head and his family slowly disintegrate

On a day where the sky split

and tears dropped out

and all of those **** pillows

Just couldn’t catch them.

Wringing a grey water cloth

From the aquatic fabric we’ve always dreamed of consuming

Or sleeping under and over and in between.
 Dec 2011 Madeline
wm jones
you and me?
yeah,
our kids will bathe in paint.
look like that colorful zebra
from the brand of gum that i can't
think of the name of
she'll have your ears and nose,
and lips if she's lucky. my eyes, my short legs
my love of spicy food.
he'll have my hair and nose,
and good teeth, eh, maybe.
he'll be born with your tattooes. maybe my dad's sense of humor.
grow taller than any of us, turn into a tree.
span the view of sky from the tips of you and me.
she'll cradle this planet's ashes in her hands,
and he'll hold our hearts together with duct tape.
she'll have your voice and my phrasing,
a hybrid accent in between.
this is the best hallucination i've ever seen.
 Dec 2011 Madeline
Alicia Strong
The crystal iris obscures Stygian secrets.
*Is there no redemption?
 Dec 2011 Madeline
K Balachandran
beauty conscious,
moon loves  fullness,
celestial economy
forces to reduce.
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