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 Jul 2015 Megan
SG Holter
I taught her how to handle a
Pellet gun tonight.
Now her eye is black from the
Scope, her fake fingernails chipped
From loading,
And the pine tree nearly stripped from
Cones outside my
Livingroom window, where our
Jägermeister
Cups made little rings on my
Brother's Longfellow hardback
Copy.

The night sky is bright blue this
Time of year in Norway.
Sun never really sets.
I looked up at the brightests spots
Beyond the moon, as she took aim
And fired with a subtle
Psstkh.

"So close," she whispered at the
Unwounded summer evening,
And I smelled her lavender hair
And all the warm outsides
As I thought of satellites and
Discoveries, and how moments
Such as this one would
Always matter
More.
Can  you see
Just what I see?
The things that make you you

Can you see
Just what I see?
Exactly as I do

Hidden right before you
Is a woman full of poise
But, you cannot find her in there
Hidden behind all the white noise

Name brands and faux labels
Do not show off who you are
No one cares who's name you wear
Or who designed your car

Do you see
Who I see?
Strong and full of class

Do you see
What   I  see?
Something special no one has

Strong, yet hiding in the shadows
Keeping distance from the world
A chrysalis hiding beauty
Waiting just to be unfurled

You are special and I know it
I want you to know it too
Do you see, what I see?
I can only hope you do

Do you know
What I know?
That you're perfect, yes you are

Do you know
What I know?
I am proud of who you are
 Jul 2015 Megan
Gregorius Evyrian
It's okay.
It will be alright.
I won't lie awake
Throughout the night.
This is good.
It's what I wanted.
Don't be upset when
It all goes Wrong.
So wrong.

My poultices
Were poisonous,
Infecting her
Open wounds.
For every tear
I thought to shed
she'd already bled tenfold.

I couldn't see?
I didn't know?
I claimed affection...
Yet it didn't show?

It's too late now
For me
To turn back
What has been done.
I'll hold Her Heart close
In memories
Alone.
I love you. I always will.
I am truly sorry.
 Dec 2014 Megan
Rj
Untitled
 Dec 2014 Megan
Rj
What if you thought you deserved every bit of it
Sorry this is vague. I don't feel like reminiscing any further
 Dec 2014 Megan
mark john junor
she is a rendering in darker inks of lighthearted subjects
the eloquently illustrated surrealistic seduction of the heart
demure yet ravishing sexualization
the ideal of beauty offering itself up like a sacrifice
at the alter of some wanton hedonistic temple to gods of lust
she looks up at me from her practiced good girl gone naughty dream
and tells me that she wants me
wants it all to be perfect
like in the paris magazines
wants it all to be crafted in perfumed perfection
near to goddess as human can be
she is rendered in darker inks
but i am captivated by the lovely
entranced by the beautiful
enraptured by the perfection
as only darker inks can be
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