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 May 2015 Nat
Jayme M Yaroch
How do you explain to people
that every so often
and more than you'd like
there is no way to recover
who you used to be
and so you have to re-create
who you are
from the ashes and debris
of whatever you were
five minutes before?
 May 2015 Nat
Mike Essig
Cante Tinza
 May 2015 Nat
Mike Essig
It takes courage to live in a world
that doesn't love you.
But it takes a warrior's heart
to love it anyhow.

  ~mce
For all who have so graciously liked this poem, "Cante Tinza" is Lakota Sioux and means "warrior's heart."
 May 2015 Nat
Rockie
Truth is naked,
Forbidden.
Grossly unwanted.

Truth is naked,
Beautiful.
Strangely charming.

Truth is naked,
Shy.
Horribly amazing.

Truth is naked,
Blunt.
Strangely compelling.

Truth is naked,
And absolutely wonderful.
 Jan 2015 Nat
Cíara McNamara
You were cast as the superhero,
And I played the role of freak.

You saved the world
And one damsel -
Who like the stories always go
Stole your superhero heart.

Flocks of people
Worshiped you as if you
Were their saving Shepard.

I loved you in a different way,
I loved you when you were "human"
And hero only to me.

Your power didn't change you
But took you away from me.
Desperate to claw back
At a love that was never mine

I cast myself as villain
Evil and rotten to the core -
Yet I was no glamorous villain
I was villain alone and forgotten

Lost in the rotting ache of a broken whole
Desperate for my superheros attention -
Love - the purest drug
That maddens like no other.
 Jan 2015 Nat
JR Falk
I wanted to write a poem
And name it
"Baby Carrots"

I was going to write about
how your favorite band
was Pink Floyd,
and how I see your face
in the surface of the swimming pool
behind your house.

I was going to write about
the bus seats
with burn marks
and scratches in the vinyl
that you left in the backs.

I was going to write about
your faded red hair and
how everyone laughed,
including you.

I was going to write about
your funeral.

I was going to write about
your bedroom door
and how when I look at it
I think,
that for maybe a second,
you're sitting in there,
fixing a computer.

I was going to write about
the empty space
in the room
when everyone's together
aside from you.

I decided to let you rest.
You need your sleep.
I hope some day,
if there is some world after all of this,
I see you again.

Just in case I don't,

I wanted to write a poem.
I miss you, man.
I hope you heard everything I said in the shower.
Everything feels different. Everything's just incomplete and will never be whole again.
I don't want to fill the spaces you left.
I just want it to not feel so wrong.
In memory of Nick Marschner. 1996-2014.
i tried to recall
my youth
the time when
i wasnt aware
of the cruel things
that was lurking
in this world

i tried to recall
the last time
when my mother
told me a story
or sang me to sleep
as she tapped my arms
and hugged me

i tried to recall
the time
i last shared
a laugh with my father
i miss the times
when he took care of me
when I was sick
and when he'd
feed me

i tried to recall
the moments
when our life
was much simpler
i felt pain in my chest
my eyes stung
as tears started falling
and my heart
kept on breaking
I wish I could go back
 Dec 2014 Nat
Daniel Magner
one
 Dec 2014 Nat
Daniel Magner
one
everyone is the same person
just different incarnations
so really I am just you
trying to love
yourself
Daniel Magner 2014
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