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 Dec 2014 Megan Grace
Makiya
there are pocket s
of time  we use
to crawl inside one another, sleep like we would
have never known the difference, before       /after

& our excuse is
the skin of our hands meeting that of our thighs and
we are all at once a giant        sigh, together

we come, beautiful,
in the moment s like this,

we shift,

like this
like this
 Dec 2014 Megan Grace
peurdelavie
i am an avid non believer in many things
but sweetheart, i believe wholeheartedly
that your mind works in the most mysterious of ways,
that your body's framework is built on nothing but constellations,
that your eyes encompass thunderstorms and
that if you bled, you would bleed golden galaxies.
do not get me wrong, i remain a non believer
in happy endings and romance and love that lasts
but oh my god, even the shortest presence of your gasoline-being
could set a wildfire alight inside of me.
I have finally stopped writing about the one boy that everything on this page is about. Is this moving on?
 Dec 2014 Megan Grace
rantipole
reeking of cigarettes
another shameful night.
"I don't even smoke"
I tell myself.
"everything's fine"
I tell myself.
yes I do,
and no it's not.

energy running low,
I shake off the rust
and pick bullet fragments
from my words.
these wounded lips
have said so much.
this wounded heart
now an empty coffin -
hollow
 Dec 2014 Megan Grace
Marie-Niege
i don't have a heart for you to break
we don't know what this is
 Dec 2014 Megan Grace
brooke
do not feel the need to change your works/pieces because people on this site don't think you're up to par. I encourage all of you to keep writing
in whatever forms the words come to you. This is not high school or college. You are not being graded. Criticisms are welcome and considered but don't have to apply to your work if they don't fit in with how you think your poetry should be written.
I've never openly responded to things happening outside my profile and in the community. I was a bit peeved to find that there are people on this site who feel the need to police "bad" poetry and think that we need to be pushed to a preconceived betterment.  Keep writing, keep writing. Some of you don't have any better outlets and I want this place to stay a safe haven for all of us. I am in no way bad mouthing the people who do give criticisms and help people who genuinely want help with their writing, keep doing you. But please be considerate.
 Dec 2014 Megan Grace
Amanda
Can we live without leap seconds?
{Leap Seconds are added to our clocks to compensate for the earth's
s l    o w.    I n   g rotation.}

I'll hate to see black and blank dim excuses of memories- instead of a full dinner table, silverware ready for the hands and faces I like too much.
Your skin on my skin on sleepless autumn, winter, summer nights.
The very first time I saw your front teeth peeking from the very middle inside of your pale cherry-bitten lips.

The kind of hug where I feel the steady, brave heartbeat of dad, the delicateness only mothers can muster ; women who love us unconditionally even if there is nothing. She seeps this delicate ness between homemade sandwiches of jam and whatever you would lick off your fingertips.

If this is all the time we get, please don't ever take it away.
Happy birthday Ray.
<3
Thank you for all the memories, and here's to one more.
& another, oh! There's more. x
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