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 Sep 2013 Seán
Angie Acuña
The black and white butterfly is now stained red and purple.

When I was 16 my mom decided that the best way for her to feel good about her body again was to get plastic surgery.
Now my mom was always beautiful.
She was petite, had a tiny waist, full hips, and an overall curvy body.
In my eyes, she was perfect and I would've loved to look like her.

But she was unhappy.

Her stomach wasn't flat enough.
Her thighs too big and lets not even talk about the **** she felt was too small.

So cut, cut, cut away.
Tear her open.
Take the undesirable parts away and throw them out.
Never speak of them again.
But add some there.
Too little.
Not enough.
Don't worry about the person under all that skin.

Make them pretty again.
Make them pretty again.

And now look at her.
Hunched over because "beauty is pain."

And the butterfly tattoo on her lower back bleeds and red and purple, the colors of her bruised skin.
Haven't posted in a while, so I thought I'd leave this on here.
Enjoy?
 Sep 2013 Seán
Higgs
I was driving to work,
Listening to the morning news.

Not much happening, that Monday.
September 10th, 2001.

But then it was reported
That over in Afghanistan
A man had been assassinated.

Ahmad Shah Massoud
A resistance leader
Fighting the Taliban.

I didn't know who he was.
I didn't know why he'd been killed.
I didn't know what it meant.

But

Around the world
Some people
Important people
Were getting very worried indeed.

And then
The following day

Nineteen men
Took their seats.
The assassination of Massoud was initially reported on the BBC as just another foreign news item.
Its true significance would not become clear until the events of the following day.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahmad_Shah_Massoud
 Sep 2013 Seán
Muggle Ginger
Heaven won't

be full of people
who simply


avoided hell.
 Sep 2013 Seán
Morgan
I was brewing coffee in my apartment
alone on a Sunday,
Unfolded laundry mocking me
from the living room floor
& an unread book mocking me from
the kitchen counter
I felt a certain longing
developing around the pit in my stomach
as I stirred cream into the mug you left me
Last time we spoke,
our lives were identical
Just two teenagers
drunk, high, scared & poetic
We could line up the events that lead to this one
And match every single one
Same first love
Same first tragedy
Same friends
Same town
Same worries
But now we see each other
only from a distance
I am older than I was when I had you
You seem to have swallowed the pill
of eternal youth
And I can't make it back to you
I will never be as young as you kept me
I don't miss you
But I miss the way you made me feel
When our lives were aligned
So perfectly
Now the comfort of an other's voice
Is not a sound I can depend on
I am alone
But I'm not lonely
I'm just
Scared
Sometimes
And you're not here
 Sep 2013 Seán
Gossamer
Seasons
 Sep 2013 Seán
Gossamer
You've been this way for a while;
you know you have
I know you have.
It's like you're living in winter
whenever you're with her
and him
and all of them;
cold souls surround you
they're trying to drown you
in your own insecurities
I can see you shivering
but there's fire in your eyes
and baby, don't you know?
Flames will always melt ice.

And even if you're stuck in January,
I want you to come with me.

I wanna show you summer
I wanna show you fall
I wanna show you spring
I wanna show you everything;
what it's like to sing at the top of your lungs
and let your hair down because you're young
to love without any reasons;
I wanna show you the seasons.

It's been this way for a while;
you've been struggling
I've been noticing.
It's like a blizzard
at home
that settles down
when you're alone
until it hits you
that you're alone
to suffocate
because of your mistakes;
that smile is beautiful,
but I know it's fake.

And if you're stuck in December,
I want you to remember

I wanna show you summer
I wanna show you spring
I wanna show you fall
I wanna show you it all;
what it's like to crave somebody's skin
and not have to worry about where you've been
to love without any reasons;
I wanna show you the seasons

And when the snowflakes start falling
and nobody's calling
I hope you know
you can pick up the phone
because you're never alone.
Silver moonlight, spotlights
                          through my bedroom's window
                            upon the hardwood floor.
                         ****** snow blankets the yard
                           a blanket of cotton aglow.
                       Leafless trees stand in quiet slumber
                      awaiting the spring's first warm breath
                thousands of tiny stars  dot the clear winter's night sky.
                    As I gaze upon this beautiful scene
                                   I think of Mom
                     small, frail, full of sweetness
                     who passed this early fall.....
             I remember her silhouette standing motionless in the
                                moon glow
                  near our little kitchen window
                   as the seasons came to call.......
A vision of mom before her passing years ago. Mom was my everything and my best friend, as a young child I would pray to god if mom ever died I asked him to please! Let me die too, for I believed I could never live without her.....But ironically when she passed, I felt as if she had never died and I still feel her presence with me today.....Nothing short of a miracle...
 Sep 2013 Seán
Zoe
Cool Breezes
 Sep 2013 Seán
Zoe
The cool breezes stir
among the tallest fir trees...
dappled sunlight shines.
...
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