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 May 2014 Margaret
Jordan Clark
Tonight
I'm going to drink
until I feel profound,

and let unspoken words
carry me off to a glorious
drunken excuse for sleep.

Tonight
I just might dance

to four chords,
and pretend I'm just like
everyone else.

Tonight
I'll be cool, calm,
and collected

until I see your
stupid beautiful face.

Tonight
I'm going to tear
apart the woodwork,

because I've drunk too much
to let dead carpenters
tell me how to feel.

Tonight
I refuse to
feel a thing,

in order to send off
a year of feeling
too much for too little.

Tonight
I'm going to lie
until everyone thinks I'm okay,

simply because I can,
and it's the only thing
I'm still any good at.

Tonight
I'm going to **** the silence
by choking on my own words.

Tonight
I'll fight gossip with better gossip.

Tonight
I will move on.
 May 2014 Margaret
hkr
i am a black hole
and you
are the stars.
shine a little light in my direction.
 May 2014 Margaret
Timothy Clarke
I know my 14 year old boy is not yet fully a man,
But movie theaters and theme parks consider him an adult.
And he is fine with that.

But the other day, I took him to a museum
And they charged less for children up to 17 years old
And he smiled and said to me...

"Look Dad, I have been Youth-anized!"

Nice...

The next day we went to a movie together
And, of course, I had to pay full price...
And I smiled and said to him...

"I guess now you have been Adulterated"
 May 2014 Margaret
Joshua Haines
I cut myself on the future
I thought of kissing your picture
I detached myself from
lullabies and sorry eyes
only to realize:

I want to make love to you in November,
just before the empty of December.
Where snow blankets
and suffocating leaf-beds
aren't the only dreams
to fall asleep in our heads.

I could hear your voice trip
as my hands started to drip
around your hips and thighs-
You could tranquilize
with your lips and byes.

You look so sleepy-headed
Many words I have threaded
to weave a dream
desperately
but you prefer my
reality.
 May 2014 Margaret
LN
Pens (10w)
 May 2014 Margaret
LN
Our pens have blood for ink,
scarring these pages forever.
 May 2014 Margaret
LN
Social Life
 May 2014 Margaret
LN
I have grown accustomed to the way
silence forced itself upon my social interactions
like a guest who wasn't invited
but was let in anyway.

My eyes have memorised the dents
on these four walls
that I could draw infinitely
on maps of this bare surface.

Pencils have worn out,
I'm running low on graphite
so my life decides to turn itself
into the same shade of gray
that I use to write about it.

Books are doors to another world
but their handles have broken,
"Help!" I screamed,
I am locked into this lonely reality.

A social life
filled with ghosts,
blank-faces,
and empty souls.

Nothing to give ,
Nothing to receive.
My social life atm
Speed
The rapidity in moving or proceeding
Swiftness
Rate of motion or progress
Full
MAXIMUM
Optimum rate of motion

It’s all been SO fast
We've made SO much progress
In SO VERY little time
This is our *optimal
rate of *motion

6 months
181 days
4344 hours
15638400 seconds
Our season of love thus far

Countless kisses
Hundreds of pricele$$ moments
ENDLESS “I love you”s
And it only goes on from here

I can’t wait to see it  A L L
to breathe in every moment
to feel every luscious touch
to taste every sweet kiss
to hear every way you say my name, like no one else does

SO stick around
Let us watch this relationship
Blossom, progress, grow,
Speed
Together, *my love
 May 2014 Margaret
Jonny Angel
Placed on mountaintops
made of ice
& melting under
the continuous rising sun,
eventually the single drop
reaches the sea
& like all of us,
we cry for freedom,
to brave the endless crests,
sojourners
tumbling in
a pool of raindrops,
only to evaporate,
only to do it
all over again.
Surely,
we are blessed.
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