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 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Anon C
I breathe in with the rain, sigh with the wind
All is wrong, the sky is white, the clouds blue
Lying in agony, for I have sinned
The color of my pain now changes hue

I beg mercy, my soul becomes blacker
My misery fades but then reoccurs
The world against the world, please just take her
No one's here for anyone, visions blur

I am no one, I am white against white
In constant pain but nowhere to turn to
I give in to my sins, I've lost my fight
Tearful eyes look 'round, the happy are few

Why do I live in a world filled with pain
What the hell's the point, there's nothing to gain
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 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Z
hercules.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Z
its said that children dream
of magical heroes,
much like hercules.
or superman.
the avengers.
or power rangers.
they place all their faith
in these mythical strangers.
strangers who fight all the "bad",
and restore all the "good",
as if the heroes themselves,
are never misunderstood.
as if superman,
never lost a single fight,
and the red power-ranger,
never tossed and turned at night.
as if hercules,
never wished he wasn't as strong,
as if the avengers,
always got along.
what children don't realize,
when reading these books,
and watching these shows,
is that everyone has problems,
even the bravest heroes.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Laney Mejias
i may not be strong
but every ounce of strength i have
i will use to hold you
as tightly as i can.

i may not be tall,
but i will take you higher than you have ever been
where there is no color, race, fear, or pain
and all is filled with beauty, love, and hope.

i may not have money,
but i am rich in love, and happiness, and soul
and i will share everything i have with you
each second i am by your side.

i may not have been whole,
but that was only because
i did not have my souls twin to complete me,
i had not yet found myself in you.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Ruby Watson
Once, she gave her heart to a stranger,
swore it wouldn't change her.
Transfixed. Bound.
She never saw the train.
I ♥ old
silent movies
(4:20)
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Tallulah
My edges have no border
I seep & blotch the air
My thoughts a chaotic disorder
Laughing in silent despair

Who am I?

I’m the colorful mix
Of the pills I take at night
Grappling at the latest “fix”
But I never get the dosage right
So broken I shall stay
To listen but not to obey

I’m the perfect daughter
I know I ought to be
Smiling sequined next to my father
A beautiful sight to see
Painted fingertips, quiet lips
But I’m slipping from sexist grips

I’m the crash of atoms & molecules
The patterned DNA that labels our culture
Theorems, functions, evolutionary tools
Poe knew: Science is a “vulture
Whose wings are dull realities”
Fact blinds what my mind sees

Forgive me I’m singing
Of what I am & cannot be
& My ears are still ringing
With who society has asked me to be
Edgar Allan Poe quote from Sonnet-To Science
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Z
i wish i could reside,
inside the tiny box,
with the thickly drawn lines.
i wish i could abide,
by the rules,
but instead i decide,
to come out,
be heard,
and not hide.
i can't seem to find,
a way inside,
that tiny box,
with the thickly drawn lines.
because my mind,
craves the freedom,
of leaving
these secrets
behind.
It's hard to make yourself be someone who you aren't. This poem's about being yourself.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Z
grace.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Z
when i was younger,
my mother called me "grace".
she called me grace,
because that was exactly the thing that i lacked.
thinking about it now,
it occurs to me..
that that is a very sad thing:
to be named after something you lack.
if someone wanted to call me
a name
based on something
i can't do,
or don't have,
or am not,
maybe they would call me..
clear. for i am never quite clear on what i want.
maybe they would call me..
pure. for i have sinned a thousand times.
maybe they would call me..
shame. for i have no shame about the life i have chosen.
maybe they would call me..
beautiful. for many things about me are not quite beautiful.
maybe they would call me..
honesty. for i'm supremely good at spouting lies.
maybe they would call me..
found. for i have never, ever, been so lost.
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Lucanna
10w
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Lucanna
10w
It would be a lot easier
if you

weren't beautiful
 Nov 2012 Mary Rose
Ruby Watson
when all that glitters isn't gold...
which part,
have you sold?
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