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On the radio the other day
I heard that song, when it would play
We said it was “our song”

And even though try as I might
The lyrics just did not seem right
In fact, they were all wrong

My mind peered back into the past
'Eternal Flames' don't always last
Tides shift before too long

A smirk of sadness came to me
Best friend became my enemy
Lives built; Destroyed and gone

But fog erased; Think of today
and tell myself that it’s okay
Through pain I will be strong

Because the radio still plays
I hold out hope maybe someday
Again, I'll have ‘our song’

Written: May 8, 2018

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  May 2018 Megan Parson
Brent Kincaid
I’m all for freedom of speech for everyone
Without pardoning you for things you’ve done.
Here’s something you don’t get to say to me
You don’t get to tell me I may not disagree!
You who plan constant genocide and invasion
Make pacifists like myself rise to the occasion.
We refuse to authorize you buying a warship.
You act as if that word is very like worship!

Too many scary cowards setting precedences.
In your overstuffed, gadget-filled residences.
You’re issuing orders to send youths to die.
Since you’re not going, why bother to ask why?
Some bribe-taking elite snobs in costly suits
Tell you to send kids overseas in combat boots.
If you rebuke them they bring out the dramatics.
Their reason is their bookkeeper’s mathematics.

In the USA, we waged war after disastrous war
And few of us asked why, and what is it for?
We invaded people’s lands and destroyed it
And there never was a reason to deploy it
An international revenue generating machine
****** thousands on both sides, nice and clean.
Then demand we buy coffee, seven bucks a cup,
If we think of objecting, you want us to shut up.

After all, it’s just one more war, wrapped up to go.
What’s a two or three million dead people or so?
The point it, there’s a bottom line to adhere to
So what it affects or kills someone near you?
Don’t be unpatriotic and ***** with fate.
Genocide is lucrative and an  American trait.
Just look what we did to the natives here.
Read that story. What we’re doing is clear.
  May 2018 Megan Parson
Onoma
a poem is
a waist length
strand of hair--
split down the
middle by a
razor.
then mended
as though
its inviolate
thin of--
not
further
thinned
in the
thick of.
to shed
a line.
delicate as
ever, spare
as after.
  May 2018 Megan Parson
laura
she’s blazing ease
young summer, things
are kinda difficult
when i don’t know how to drive
says he likes my body
and i don’t know how to feel
when i don’t see my body
the same way he does

odd serendipities
the sun stupefying, thick grass
tangles beneath our thighs
and our ceiling is the sky
adrift in a reverie
but it feels so strange
sunday uncanny
playing around with odd satisfaction
  May 2018 Megan Parson
Sarah Tayler
Some days I am so convinced that I hate him that I can feel hell in my blood
But it's the days of weakness
Those rain filled, grey-scale days
that have me writing with the residual stardust
left in the corners of my eyes  
left from when I was star struck myself.
I think to myself,
"if I can just get these words out, maybe I'll finally be free."
But the words never end
they are the never-ending flowing music of the spheres
and I begin to understand what "all truth is song but not all that is sung is truth" really means
They sung that boy's praises and I joined in until I learnt what a lie was
It's in that moment
I wondered if  I perhaps understood how Lucifer felt as he led worship
creative writing class// holla
we switch between love and hate like whiplash. Ah, the love we find in college

sometimes i think im hungry, but im just bored
  May 2018 Megan Parson
Druzzayne Rika
Dreams end
when eyes open
to watch streams of light
coming through the window
               and the heat is only starting.

through the midday
we forget what dream it was
that kept the smile in deep sleep
the rising temperature gets to head
             and we realise we are too hopeful.

Simply by night
exhausted our thoughts
fighting sleep to have nutrition
to get back on the bed, have a sweet dream
            wishing not to wake up, dream to no end.
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