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 Sep 2015 Lara Trujillo
Kyle
Could I stoop so low to never drink from a glass?
Would I go snooping in the middle of the night looking for a bite?
Would I ever need to question when I have an eternity to be wise?
Missing Tom & Jerry for a meal of cat and mice
Missing Saturday morning cartoons doing Sudoku in a casket
Or how about missing a class with the wonderful Ms. Diane
Doodling ghouls, ghosts and everything that bumps in the night
While she never fails to put on a smile
But math blows, why should I learn to count?
When I can learn everything from the Count
A little something I wrote over a decade ago on the last pages of Bram Stoker's 'Dracula'.
 Sep 2015 Lara Trujillo
Kyle
The price of life is balance
Tis’ not too much to pay
I am the Grim Reaper
A tax collector, so to say
Like petals on the flower
And the ugly toad under
I take.
To the state before Birth through Decay
When thou time is up, there is no delay
Let’s see who is next
Little Chloe, on the hospital bed
Diagnosed with a rare condition
Splendid.
Through the pale walls I enter, and Chloe was awake

‘Who are you, mister?’ said Chloe

‘How in the blazes do you see me! Pardon me, young lady, I am the doctor’

‘Oh hello! I’ve never seen one in black before. What are you holding?’ said the annoying child.

‘It is a scyt…pair of scissors’ I lied

‘Goodie, come make origami with me!’

‘Origami-shinigami, sheesh!’ I groaned

It is never easy to take the life of The Innocent
Surely one who could stare Death in the eye
Is more grim than I could ever be
 Jun 2015 Lara Trujillo
Claire
why is it that when I have found happiness,
my urge to write begins to cease?
and as I stare at the crease between your eyebrows I wonder if perhaps the reason thunder trails so far behind lightning isn’t a matter of science
but instead, hesitation, as if this sort of happiness is noncompliant in which its outcome is simply consequential, but I doubt one second of my day is spent doing anything less than adoring that crease, i need not express the happiness you bring me through the lines of a poem but instead through the storm of emotions that constantly rise and fall, yet all in all, not once have I hesitated.  
the happiness you bring me never falters.
I have yet to witness that thunder.
jack.
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