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 Dec 2013 Marie-Niege
marina
have you ever loved
someone so much it
hurts? i can't explain
to you what it's like
but i hope one day
you can love me the
same
(and i hope you love the feeling)
 Dec 2013 Marie-Niege
glass can
***

half here in a 1.5x body
six inches above the national average height
I didn't notice when I was marooned in the clouds

now a pariah afraid of birds (SQUAWK)  

(CAWING)

"It's too foggy to notice much here"
"Too bad I didn't pay attention"

(RIBBING)

too b a d
so   s a d

That nobody sad I was sick till it was too late…

…now I've got smack on the brain, nothing in my ****, and empty pockets for innumerable bills

except I always find money for *****, whose blurry touch tells me not to feel, too feel, and to speak.
I wonder when I became ******** and when I stopped being exceptional.
Maybe they're synonymous?

IDK **** K I L L ME, maYBE
This is too long of a poem for anyone to read it
*purposefully offensive, Ima ****
 Dec 2013 Marie-Niege
Tom McCone
sure, anyone could just as easily live in
this kind of wishful state for
ever, but we'll know:
in between seconds,                      
all wishes are lost. we fall like fat raindrops  
into the ocean;
we diffuse.                  

our lives separate.                  
we could
pretend like this is all so meaningful,
but i'm just lonely. and    
you just want to fix something.

i could lie forever. i could wait forever.
i could pretend this is all going to plan
or just going alright.                            

to what end,
though?

{the sea runs out, leaving only acres of sand}

this last part hurts the most.
but don't worry,      
you
won't feel a thing, sweetheart.
 Nov 2013 Marie-Niege
taylor roff
Red tinted windows and satin flow from imaginary holes in skin that show all impurities
Its ok to look
Lift eyes from your book
Money is greatly appreciated
But can be over looked
 Oct 2013 Marie-Niege
brooke
there are so
many people
whose pillows
see less of them
than strangers, I
would like to tell
you that things
will be okay
in the
morning.
(c) Brooke Otto

for daniel. I hope things are better in the morning.
 Oct 2013 Marie-Niege
Jay
Peculiar
Agreed?
How ******* clad lassies
Get the pass to show their ***
Long as nobody touches
Jiving gyrations
In counter-clockwise rotation
Seldom unescorted by damnation
By God, sense the relation
She's losing her patience
Can't afford to be a patient
So being patient...
That **** is ancient
Swanging ******* before eyes
Eyes that can't see
Eyes blind by the fuckery
***** get hickory
And the tic tickory of the clock
Stops
Drop drop
Shake that body for the coin
Make those men yearn to join
Their meat to your groin
Blind men throw out the presidents
Nixon Jackson Benjamin
Facts is
That these hoes stay cashing in
More than ****** busting traps
And toting gats to make stacks
Peculiar
Agreed?
How a ***** sell and smoke ****
High off they own supply
Baby mamas multiply
Covered all the **** by a lie
Making these young girls cry
And the innocent have to die
For this boy to strive
When you mad at the *** clap
Fat *** on a mans lap
Slow wine then fast
Slow grinding for cash
But no harm is caused
No obstruction of laws
But men be a "Boss"
& a woman... A loss
My opinion, in an according dialect
 Oct 2013 Marie-Niege
Nick Durbin
As the light fades, and the darkness settles over my room,
My thoughts are engulfed by you –
A woman whom has encapsulated my struggled journey through this world…
She, who received my heart and simply kept it –
So, I watch as the sun sets on this day,
Flickering against the porch and the clouds above -
Fading over my horizon, and shedding light on the beginning of yours…
I reach for the fiery embers and dissolve into the sea of orange and red,
Melting into the sky, in search of your beauty –
Bursting ‘cross the shores, crawling over the ebbing tides,
Erasing shadows, meticulously illuminating each minute morsel, each delicate droplet of life –
The arrays pouring over your skin, as I soak into your golden brown complexion,
Seeping deeper and deeper, layer by layer…
Flooding your body; saturated,
I am a part of you, I am now yours -
This poem is for Jing, the woman I have met through poetry and love through delicate words...
 Aug 2013 Marie-Niege
brooke
Nm.
 Aug 2013 Marie-Niege
brooke
Nm.
I still
look at the
moon and wonder
if you are looking
too
(c) Brooke Otto
 Aug 2013 Marie-Niege
Tom McCone
i think i’m in love with you. You have a nice smile, no, nice is a ****** adjective. you have a smile like slow-twisting clouds above the line of dawn, it tears me apart in the best possible way. You make me unable to focus on anything on a continual basis. You

should come over. please?. Someday, i'll stop being so sad. i hope you realise it'll probably be because of you. You + me = well, we could merge escapist tendencies and get out of here, if you'd like.

If i saw you now i’d kiss you. no, i say that, but i’d probably just look at you and say nothing and wish i could say... everything, but all i want is to see you, i want to just smile at you, mainly i want to kiss you. i

would build an ocean, just

for you. If i could sing you any song it would be untitled, like all the rest of them.

We could curl up in blankets and ignore everything else, except one another’s eyes, under the stars.

Love,
sad little tom

(P.S. just try to be happy, ok?.)

*((P.P.S. try to realise how ******* wonderfully i feel about you though, ok? my tongue is a knot, but i really do. next time i see you, i'll tell you. promise. x))
the person this is for probably won't read it.
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