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Margo May Aug 2015
drive an hour away
to the middle of nowhere,
park off the road
so the maiden fair,
must plod through
overgrown trails and wood
to do what only
the crazy could.

reach a clearing
and she will find,
an adventure awaiting
can't change her mind,
stand upon towering rocks
and gaze at the river below,
one wrong step will bring
misery and woe.

she grabs the hand
of her best friend,
both afraid
can't hide or pretend,
look into each other's eyes
count down from three,
together in faith they leap
together they're falling free.

screams escape her lips
he pulls but never lets go,
and twenty-five feet later
they join the river's flow,
plunge deep under
then erupt at the surface,
laughter is present
they find a new purpose.

climb up the rock
to do it better,
grab hands and jump
prepared to get wetter,
through both their bodies
adrenaline races,
their bodies so close
no more open spaces.

their ****** today
has reached its' limits,
what felt like forever
was only a couple minutes,
but the beauty is forever
etched inside,
and her eyes shine
with an innocent pride.

a new memory is added
to their lane,
she'll never lose hope
though she's called insane,
because one day
he will realize,
they were made for each other
all this time.
cliff jumping with my best friend  :)
Margo May Jun 2015
"greet those around you,"
said the pastor on that sunday mornin'.

handshakes, hugs, and hellos
in every corner couldn't compare;
it was all background music
to the melody we shared.

a look of pure shock
i can guarantee
was splashed across my face
as you turned towards me.

and before i knew it-

i was pulled closer
and held with a firmness
as our bodies closed the gap
arms wrapped in earnest.

we could be a perfect match,
your head rested above mine,
as the comforting warmth
sent chills down my spine.

and for that sliver of a moment,
it was just me and you;
and for that fraction of time,
we broke through.

everything from the past
seemed to fade away
as forgiveness took over
and flooded my veins.

almost as if
no time had passed,
safe in your half embrace
wanting it to last.

as soon as it started
it came to an end,
but in those seconds
we were best friends again.
Margo May May 2015
a single drop of rain
gently escapes
from my eyes.

and the thought of you
stirs up the storm inside me.
my eyes take shelter and put up their guards
so that you won't be able to see what's inside
(not like you'd take the time to search them anyways).

don't let them come, don't let them come, don't let them come.
build the floodgates higher.
don't let them come, don't let them come, don't let them come.
stop the thoughts dead in their tracks.

because if i don't
it will flood and it will pour-
the storm of my heart,
the storm of my soul.
Margo May May 2015
middle of rehearsal and she says,
“mix it up! stand by someone from...
a different section.”
making eye contact with that choir boy,
secretly wanting to stand together,
wondering if he did too.
so without hesitation
i moved.

one quick glance,
determination in our eyes,
we were ready;
and we plunged into our song,
harmonizing to the soprano melodies,
making our voices climb and sink
back into our lower ranges,
supporting one another.

the entire medley-
my voice strong
his voice stronger,
my adrenaline rushing
his calmness securing,
my exhilaration rising
his soul smiling.

nearing our triumphant conclusion,
closing together in perfect unison.
today in choir :) never get to stand near my friend since he is a bass and i'm an alto.
Margo May Apr 2015
i'm just a
speck of dust
in the farthest corner
of your mind.

i would like
to road trip
down to your heart,
and stay there.

but you've kept me
trapped in solitude,
rotting away
from the inside out.

until the day you decide
to sweep up loose memories
and throw away everything
that means nothing.

until the day you decide
to wash away
every speck of dust,
including me.
Margo May Apr 2015
from the rising of the sun on the first day,
to the setting of the sun on the last,
and everything in between-
     rain falling
     trees budding
     birds chirping
     life awakening,
it is a time to celebrate.
it is a time for poetry.

it is time for hidden authors to reveal-
     broken
     emotional
     marvelous
     beautiful
     works of art,
their poems.

sharing our deepest feelings
with complete strangers,
placing thoughts on the chopping block
awaiting criticism and judgement;
but somehow, never having seen their face
they understand.
because,
it is a time to simply
be here for each other.

it is April.
in honor of April being national poetry month, enjoy :)
Margo May Apr 2015
if i gave you access
to my thickest thoughts
and my deepest dreams,
if i let you see
the words that persistently pour
from my hopeful heart and soul,
how would you respond?

would you come to life
with enlightened eyes
and a glowing grin,
or would you
turn and rudely ridicule
while destroying dreams,
leaving me in agony?
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