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 Feb 2013 Maddie
shaqila
You know you’re cuddly, when people who don’t like cats hug you,
He knows it all too well,
I found him by the roadside, all shriveled and tiny,
He was really tiny, with tiny teeth and tiny paws,
But with the loudest meow, I have ever heard,
It was surprising no one else had picked him up.
I took him home, cleaned him up, and fed him milk from a nippled bottle.
He grew in the coming weeks, months and years;
His tiny pouch now bigger than all his other body parts combined;
So, of course I panicked when he disappeared last week,
And plastered everywhere, on every tree, pole and fence
             Valentine is Missing,
             Cuddly, Dark Brown, blue eyes,
             Cute and Handsome combined!
I put up a pic of me and Valentine and since then the phone has not stopped
Apparently, many thought the cuddly one was me,
And that I was missing so a neighborhood search was carried out for which I joined
‘Coz I thought it was for my cat Valentine;
It was an old pic and I had lost 30lbs since; so no one recognized me from the pic
So, it was with awkwardness I approached the neighborhood watch chief
And thanked him for all he was doing and told him it would help if we all held some cat food in our hands.
That’s when the chief looked at me and almost yelled, “What the ****, Valentine is a cat??!!!”
Good news: We did find Valentine - He was sitting on the roof trying to catch a mynah bird which of course he didn't 'coz the bird's too fast and he's too fat!
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Daniel Kenneth
Gray
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Daniel Kenneth
Originality is dead
Everything that can be done
Has been done
And creativity is a joke
Because the words he writes
Have been said a hundred times in a hundred different ways
Better or worse, its the same
And that sameness is suffocating
For an individual is the highest from of life
And the mob has overwhelmed him
To the point where he can't see why
He should bother fighting for his life
 Feb 2013 Maddie
brooke
room.
 Feb 2013 Maddie
brooke
i have
no one
now.
 Feb 2013 Maddie
brooke
I see how the little things
become mediocre staples
quite discreetly
(c) Brooke Otto
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Owen Phillips
I had to get through to something before there could be any
Thing

There's outside and
            It'll go away today
I had to throw up my hands
Watch the diffusion of light
I had to dust the shelves
And I sneezed on the green paint
I know where dominance goes
Draining out the front door in chunky paste
I know the woes of individuality
Blunted on the kitchen counter
Smashed and cracked and left to dry in whitewashed open window
Waiting for you to admit you didn't have what it takes to make it
Or maybe it's even harder to admit that you do
 Feb 2013 Maddie
brooke
Have you ever
tried to run so





far
(c) Brooke Otto
 Feb 2013 Maddie
jalalium
John
 Feb 2013 Maddie
jalalium
John's morning are failed evasions
Life busted him again, shortened vacation
Nights are for him the perfect occasions
To hide from life for a certain duration

John plays hide and seek with people
So their happiness does not find his pain
Because negatives are not good multiples
His sufferance is permanent, any help is in vain

John likes to eat when he remembers
That a full stomach enjoys cigarettes better
He is one of lung cancer's  club members
The mailman recently handed him the letter

John brings cigarette butts in contact with his skin
And presses them to feel, a verb he is usually lacking
He has no fear but the fear of happiness
It is a ghost of very persuasive nastiness

John counts days, sees them running and wishes they flew
Death is imminent, death is around the corner, death is at his pursue
Death, for john is the clue
Does John need rescue?
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Hilda
No longer weep for me when I am gone,
Nor gaze upon this stiffened corpse once more.
Shadows slanting worn sundial on the lawn
Remind you sadly of sweet days before.
Bring me no flowers to wilt and decay
As if toys as this comfort to me gain.
Can such thy sufficient love relay
When I in my eternal sleep be lain?
Neath rugged yew tree's shade ne'er more to wake.
As unceasing ages roar forth their rage
Each ephemeral bubble too must break.
Unloose the prisoned linnet from her cage!
Roll on thou raging storm of blackest life
In all thy fury of vain human strife!

*~Hilda~
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