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 Sep 2014 Marissa Wargo
Lavirna
And thus faced with her impending morality she realized how tired she was of being devoutly sensible with her life.
 Sep 2014 Marissa Wargo
Lavirna
There once was a little frog who desperately wanted to be something more. He would sit on his lily pad all day and would imagine himself a fierce pirate that pillaged and plundered across the seven seas. He fancied himself a warrior who saved the world on a daily occurrence and always got the girl. However, every time the fantasy would end he would look down into the water and be reminded that he wasn't any of those amazing things. He was just an ordinary frog. No different from the other frogs int he little pond. But, oh how he wished to be extraordinary.

One day, the little frog was in the midst of an epic space adventure when a loud noise brought him crashing back into reality. He looked around but saw nothing wrong. Just then a loud scream pierced the air. Being quite startled and a little scared he jumped into the water. He peeped under his lily pad to see where the awful noise had come from. In the distance he saw a flurry of movement. Both terrified and curious he slowly swam towards the chaos. Making sure to stay well hidden under the lily pads of course.

As he got closer he was better able to make out what exactly was unfolding, much to his horror. In front of him law a horrible scene that even his own imagination couldn't have prepared him for. It was a blood bath with frog guts and frog limbs strewn all about.The terrible noise he had heard was his fellow frogs screaming out as a crane of significant size was devouring them in a most savage manner. The poor little frog was at a loss on what he should do. Petrified, he floated there under the lily pad unable to do anything but watch his frog friends being massacred.

That was at least the case until a particular scream made his muscles twitch to life. It came from the pretty frog that he had often imagined winning the affection of through noble deeds. Of course, he had never quite imagined this scenario out; but, it followed the same basic concept of his other fantasies. He had to be daring and rescue the damsel from her untimely demise. With courage he did not know he possessed he leaped out of the water and dashed over the lily pads to save his fair lady. He didn't even stop to think about what he was doing or consider a plan of attack. All he could think was impressing her and finally being extraordinary.

Unfortunately, as you might have guessed, a little frog does not stand a chance against such a formidable foe. The crane saw the mad little frog hopping towards him and thought to himself 'oh my, he looks quite delicious!' Within barely a moments time the crane had swooped over to meet the approaching frog and simply opened his beak wide. The little frog blindly leaped right into the gaping mouth and down the throat. The poor little frog's last thoughts were that of his image looking down into the water from his lily pad.
 Sep 2014 Marissa Wargo
Lavirna
I'm headed down a road that I know not where it goes.
My feet slip and trip over the many obstacles along the way.
But that doesn't stop me.
No, I am not going to be swayed to turn around.
I know what is up ahead will be worth it.
I don't know why or what exactly will be there.
I just feel in my soul that I need to keep going forward.
I am the poem
I refuse to write.

My skin has formed itself
as sedimented book pages,
quietly injecting
our unspoken metaphors
into my bloodstream
of Murakami, of Plath,
of everything that hurt too much
to even whisper to my typewriter.

I am a poet,
and I will type you
into the night sky.
God I feel empty.
There is something missing
and it's you.

A hundred men could knock on my door
and I would not open it
because they're not you.

I've never felt this way before
I've never felt so touched
by anyone but you.

I would spend my life with you
I would bring life into this world with you
I would be forever by your side
It's up to you.
A silhouette
Just a husk
I am a creature made of lust

A *******
Who knew
His ******* father

His name at least
Is know to me
The nature of the beast
A fleeting memory

Yet so readily can I recall
The feelings of fear
Each and every one
I hold them near

For his best instruction
Was what not to be

I wish I could hate
For every hurt and every blow
The man who left me to this fate
How much he'll never know

Except he made me who I am
Nothing like him
At least a better man

Its useless to expend the effort
On a shadow with no substance
So I've become better for the hurt
Staring at the ceiling
Making smoke rings
Only you can send me reeling
Koffing up
Everything
Trekking down the road
I'm giving up hope
Failing under this load
At the end of my rope

Heading towards a way out
I just want to shout
As cars whizz by
I just wanna die

Come such a long way
With such a long way left
I am feeling bereft
Stripped of my senses

This long awaited heat
Now a curse as I sweat
Stopping to rest my feet
I begin to fret
Tell me how your fingertips sing, Stevie
Tell me how you taught them to dance
Your world so dark behind the curtain
Tell me about the rhythm of chance

Tell me where you found your smile, Stevie
Tell me how many people you’ve blessed
Our world so dark with life uncertain
Tell me about music’s caress

Tell me why it is you’re singing, Stevie
Tell me why you are and I’m not
My world so dark with vision’s burden
Tell me what your world’s got

Tell me how to see what my eyes don’t, Stevie
Tell me how to sing in the dark
Your world so bright shines through your person
Tell me how to open my heart
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