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 Jan 2015 Maura
Autumn
2015
 Jan 2015 Maura
Autumn
I hope that this year is better than the first 3 days.
haha.
ha.
haaaa.
I finally decided on my ---> NY15RESOLUTION <--- cause that's a thing.
so it'll get better.
 Dec 2014 Maura
Autumn
Untitled
 Dec 2014 Maura
Autumn
floating in space
with no trace
of the human race

oh wait there's a satellite
 Dec 2014 Maura
Autumn
on the carpet
on the back
hands on the hips
legs in the air
rolling
rolling
rolling
people should roll more often
rolling should be a common activity
like dancing
dancing was made for every human being
I think so
dancing makes people happy
it's weird
but joyful
joooyyyyfuuuull!
back to the carpet
looking at the sloth
the sloth with the american sunglasses
red white and blue
red. white. and
BLUE.
back to the carpet
rolled to the dining hall
where I met with my happy lil crew.
happy lil crew.
everyone needs a happy lil crew
when you can't understand a poem, that's when you know it's golden.
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
Rain makes me feel so much better,
content,
refreshed,
at peace,
with power,
and probably less likely to go take a shower.
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
Thoughts
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
Thoughts.

They swim
they creep
they whisper
they speak
they distract
they attack
they advance
they mislead

This head of mine with an abnormal amount of thoughts,
intelligent, but confused, and occasionally distraught.
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
Kid Photos
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
I saw who I was
and remembered who I am.
Sometimes, that's all it takes.
Now I remember,
those Peanut Butter and Jelly days.
I just found hundreds of photos of my family and I from back in the days! I could sit here for hours looking through them.
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
This morning my green tea
It gave me an epiphany
That caffeine got to me
And man was I set free.
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
A group of us sat behind two pine trees.
The perfect spot where the sun could greet us
but the wind could not.
I took off my sweatshirt and folded in up,
tucking it to the spot where my head would lie,
and I laid down, using it as a pillow.

I folded my hands
and let them gently rest on my stomach.
My faded tie-dye shirt baked
and my eyes squinted until they
stopped resisting the urge to shut.

For a while the conversations swirled
in and out of touch.
Catching pieces of stories
I knew I would forget later.
Every once in a while
I would open my eyes just slightly
and peak at a bright blue sky.

Time passed.
People left and people came.
But there I dozed,
next to the pine trees,
and warmed by a day.
I never wanted to get up.
 Nov 2014 Maura
JParker
A single step
can be safer than the next
or the last.

The snow covers
a delicate layer of ice.
From a far,
no one would know
what lies beneath.
Just a quiet, white field,
of freshly fallen snow.

I like the way
the ice crackles
right under my boots
just before it breaks.

At that time,
the thrill is harmless.
Merely those small,
spider web cracks.
Intruding in it's
perfect crystal floor.

But as soon as that ice
folds from under me,
I am surrounded by
a world of water
and its heavy.
Dragging me down,
to cold to handle.

Why do I chose
to walk on the ice?
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