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 Oct 2016 Meenah
Jennifer West
Alone
 Oct 2016 Meenah
Jennifer West
Don't let the pain,
Corrupt your soul,
Even when it feels,
Like there's nothing to live for.

Don't let the heartbreak,
Swallow you whole,
Even when it feels,
Like all the world is wrong.

Don't let yourself,
Fall off that ledge,
Sometimes you've got to,
Depend on you instead.
 Sep 2016 Meenah
Divinity
The time has passed
And the tide has changed
But you and I remain the same
 Sep 2016 Meenah
Tark Wain
She was the type of girl that read books no one had assigned to her
She refused to take the sidewalk if the quickest path went through the grass
Her eyes were the color of mud saturated with rain from the night before
I loved her and that was the biggest mistake I'd ever make

This isn't a poem about how girls are evil
or how the world is rigged
it's just that when I saw you I believed in love at first sight
and maybe that was wrong of me
I would hope
that no one would read my mind
or hold on to a grudge
But what is left
not in final meaning
but in my explanation
of my open wounds
My heart floats
on ice
in hills
Basking on spreadsheets
And analysis
I am not wanted
Knowing that
Something
Ominous
Hangs  
above me,
and confides in me
I am unattached
Just like death  
Or when autumn
Dies quickly
Or your soul
stays around
Without warning
my hands held
to open skies
I turn and walk away
soaked in my own memory
 Aug 2016 Meenah
Maja Lampa
caught somewhere
between
loving you unconditionally
and
wanting to love myself
Every poem I wrote,
I wrote for you;
To try and erase
The wounds you left.

Today
I am writing for me,
Because I have realized
That these wounds will never
Disappear.

They will stay.

They will scar.

And they will be beautiful.

They will be gashes
In my flower petal skin
Sealed with gold,
Lacing me back together.

They will spill sunlight
And music
And all the venom
That you have filled me with
Will dissolve.

I will be new.

I will be fresh.

I will grow new
Flower petal skin.

There is no more whiskey
Left in my blood;
There is no more reason
To beg you to come home.

I am not a child,
I am
A woman king;

A flower who has been
Whiskey dipped.

And, regardless,
I have bloomed.
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