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 May 2014 Margaret
Helsy Flores
Noir
 May 2014 Margaret
Helsy Flores
La primera vez que lo notó,
su camisa era naranja.
Con el tiempo,
su camisa pasó de naranja,
a verde, a celeste, y a morado;
junto con su historia.
Su última camisa fue negra,
y se perdieron entre tanta oscuridad.
May 2014
 May 2014 Margaret
J C Lynch
If all men want
is an ******,
they'd stay home.
DIY

*** isn't one-dimensional
neither are we.
The goal is
reassurance,

Reassurance we
aren't monsters
That we're interesting
and attractive

That rejection is only
happenstance
and that someone is
willing to be vulnerable

if only for the night
with us.
Someone only
needs us

and we need them.
Possessive and jealous?
To keep what is ours,
our purpose.

Our purpose is
simple.
To be wanted,
to be accepted.
Spoken word
 May 2014 Margaret
unwritten
skies
 May 2014 Margaret
unwritten
When it's raining
I can't decide
If it's the sky
Screaming out in agony,
With broken roars of thunder
And brilliant, crashing streaks of lightning
Or
If it's the sky
Releasing all it has to offer
In gentle tears of rain
Filled with all the sorrows
And regrets
Of its blue wonderland.

Maybe the sky
Is never sure how
To release all its anger,
All its sadness,
All its confusion.
And so on some days
It rains,
Crying softly.
And on others,
It screams
And shouts
With thunder.

Maybe we
Are like the sky.

(a.m.)
 May 2014 Margaret
romane
They say that there are a lot of ways to die;
Smoke a cigarette daily,
You will die ten years early.
Drink alcohol daily,
You will die thirty years early.
Love someone who doesn't love you back,
You will die daily.
The last option is the worst
Yet most effective
The pain is unbearable
You will not even have a choice
But to do the latter
To become numb if you suppose.
 May 2014 Margaret
unwritten
perhaps i make
too many metaphors
about the ocean.

but i can't help
but compare you to a wave,

for each time i've almost got you,
you recede back to whence you came,

into the tide.

(a.m.)
late night thoughts...
 May 2014 Margaret
CA
You lit it right in front of me
I watched you inhale  
as if  you had been searching
For that one breath
Your whole life
i may not have been fond of the taste
but for your lips
It's a small sacrifice
You smiled in silence
then looked away
It was snowing pretty hard
I remember
walking over  to where you were
and you asked me
what I thought about smoking
Then finished my peach juice to mask the taste on your tongue


That was our last kiss



Now i smoke
And I haven't had peach juice since
 May 2014 Margaret
alex kennedy
He kissed me so deeply I forgot whose air I was breathing
 May 2014 Margaret
Shivam S
Mizpah
 May 2014 Margaret
Shivam S
When you touch me
my joy loses it's voice
but comes out in sighs and happy cries
the blood beneath my skin
stops to savour your touch
and dances like a whirling sufi
under your starry skies

when my eyes meet yours
our hearts beats in rhythmic waves
like a melody that i crave
each vein of mine vibrates
like a harp string
pumping blood music
which makes me sing.
#love #reunion #romanticism #obsession
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