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 May 2016 Jayson
b for short
Picked from a high shelf; me,
no stranger to quiet and dust.
Examine my spine
before you crack it.
Part my pages to
finger my words.
Messages and meanings
ravenously devoured—
syllables and syntax,
contentedly noshed.
Happy to have something
to hold; me,
just happy to be held.
Yet, no place was marked
when you snapped me shut
without warning or regard.
Back to the shelf I went,
unfinished and untold—
into the familiar dust; me,
never knowing just
how I end.
© Bitsy Sanders, May 2016
 May 2016 Jayson
Tammie K
The fixer
 May 2016 Jayson
Tammie K
Put the pieces together
Glue them up just right
Stitches and bandaids
I can mend your broken heart

I won't cut myself on your jagged edges
I won't bleed out on your wounds
I won't run from your issues
I will fix your broken smile

I won't feed you empty truths
Won't tell you I'm not like the rest
Even though that is true
I won't tell you this won't hurt
Sometimes it will

After all
Chunks of your space have to fall
For you to see my shooting stars
 May 2016 Jayson
Vanessa Gatley
I am the flowers
You are the dirt
The pollen
people allergic to you
 May 2016 Jayson
Pauline Morris
Iphone, laptops, and the internet is to make us all smarter
But it makes us all dumber, and life alot harder
Microwaves, bread makers, electric can openers so we can save time
To help us make supper on less of a dime
We no longer talk to friends we text
Ment to bring us closer but it's more like a hex
Want to see a sunset just look on a screen
Don't go outside that would be obscene
We spend all our time at work to buy possessions
It's like an obsession
This material world perplexes me
It's all around me, you see
Ment to bring us closer, save us money, and time
But we are always working so much, it's more like a crime
No time for family, friend or mother nature
In this material world we've fallen into a crater
Wouldn't it be funny if the plug was pulled
And we would have to go back to using hand tools
I think we all would turn into drooling fools
 May 2016 Jayson
gray rain
Just the same old feeling
of bordem
of nothing
Everything drained
by life
by you
pushed out
over
and over
until there's nothing left
except
old feelings
I still have for you
He scoops sands in baskets

then balancing neatly on the shoulder
carries to where needed
through bone breaking hours.

Upon his footprints is there a name
or a home
where he goes back for the night
lands featherlight kiss on a woman
awakes her sleepy bones with her hands
forgetting his days sinking in the sands.
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