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 Mar 2016 Pluto
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 Mar 2016 Pluto
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the news tells me about a man who was stabbed three times while waiting for the train at 71st and how he didn't realize until he got home and saw the blood seeping through his clothing and all i can think of is the girl who used to make pinwheels out of my shoulder blades, i think of her tucked somewhere far away from this body in perpetual practice of rabbit pose, i think of all that the world imposed upon us to drive her out and how i haven't been able to work any of it all the way through, how i haven't allowed myself to become small enough to confront the cracks of its reside.  when the news tells me about the man who was stabbed three times while waiting for the train at 71st, all i can think of is off-white stationery and sans-serif, of sending a long-overdue letter express and inviting the girl who used to make streamers out of my veins to return, of us polishing the marble and caulking the cracks, because until now, i didn't realize, that sometimes you don't feel things until you go home.
making room
 Jun 2015 Pluto
Meenu Syriac
I am not a poet
But when thoughts, like rain,
Drench me in my solitude,
Words, they flow like a stream.
I am not a poet
But how can I see
The simpler joys of life,
And not create a song to be sung.
I am not a poet,
Nor an artist.
I am myself,
And you are my masterpiece.
I am not a poet,
If you are not the dream.
If I am a poet,
*Then you are what sets these pages on fire.
©Meenu Syriac
 Dec 2014 Pluto
Megan Grace
21
 Dec 2014 Pluto
Megan Grace
21
i swear i  felt     y o u



deep


in                          my
chest      before i met
you, like all the time
i  thought   i     w a s
staggering on      for
him i        was really
justheadedtoyou, to
where my feet never
lose            their grip
and the  ends of  my
fingers  won't forget
what your  face feels
like    in   the earliest
hoursofthe morning.
you   h a v e   tied    a
string around        my
lungs    a n d    trailed
it all the   way  across
the ocean with     you,
looped your promises
every twenty miles or
so along the  way so i
have  no choice but to
follow you to find out
where they     end and
w h e r e    we    begin.
i'm officially legal today.
 Dec 2014 Pluto
Joseph Schneider
It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut

-Joseph B Schneider
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