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 May 2015 pixelstar
Nicole Dawn
If I told you that,
I can hold my breath for
Two and a half minutes,
You may ask,
"Why hold your breath when,
You live in a world filled with oxygen?"

I will always reply,
"It is so,
When life starts to drag me,
Beneath those waves,
I will survive
**That much longer."
I thought I had better follow the last poem with something more hopeful...
 May 2015 pixelstar
Cat Fiske
A child thought,
my cuts,
where just from,
paper
*cuts.
I went to work one day and I remember the little boy thought my cuts were from paper, and thought I was unlucky.
Just pretend that you don't know me

And I'll just pretend too
That I don't have feelings for you

©IGMS
Retrograde beauty
Sparkling, smiling down at Earth
As dusk falls and fireflies illuminate our own planet
She shines even more brightly
Despite the pressure
And despite the sulfur
Her terrestrial surface gleams
Having no moons
She's a solo entity
But our sister
She circles the same violent ball of heat
As heliocentric
As we
How to become a poet?
Write
Your words will spill
Some like water droplets from a faltering faucet
Some like torrential downpour
Leading your mind to flash flood warnings
Your words are wrapped in foil
Waiting to be heated up
And eaten up
Poets are hungry
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