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 Jun 2013 Raghorn
Chuck
You
 Jun 2013 Raghorn
Chuck
You
You are a better person
Than you think you are.
You push me away,
So things don't go too far.
They say, "If you love someone,
Set them free."
That is the greatest gift
You could give to me.
You deserve to be loved
In a special way too.
But I'm not sure anyone
Is good enough for you.
Not true or personal, just a poem about this situation.
 Jun 2013 Raghorn
Meka Boyle
Anima
 Jun 2013 Raghorn
Meka Boyle
Mother dearest jumped the gun,
Thought she found the chosen one
In the reflection of an eager bride
Who looked too deep and died inside.
Bang bang,
Mary shot her down
And plucked the thorns from off her crown,
Aphrodite got too close
And lost her face beneath the smoke.
Time has never looked so sultry
As when she falls from noon with a nosebleed.
Mother Nature lost her mind
Trying to pacify humankind.
Ashes ashes, there's nothing real
When all that is, lives to be concealed.
So bury me beneath the ground,
Next to those who also drowned
In something of a sordid tune,
The funeral can never come too soon.
Helen brought her face of gold
Plastered in cement, frozen cold-
For, who we are isn't what it seems
And nightmares are but twisted dreams.
Wake me up so I can feel
The bitter pang of all that's real.
Momma has gone and leaped again
Deep into the lions den,
Down and down her figure drops
Until all at once, everything stops,
Torment has yet to look as docile
As when it rests upon her heavy smile.
So prepare my casket and let it sink
While I loosely cascade off the brink.
 Jun 2013 Raghorn
rj
one cup of insecurity
two tablespoons of jealousy
three packets of paranoia
ten ounces of anxiety
a small pinch of pride and
just a hint of insanity
 Jun 2013 Raghorn
Marian
You're sipping lemonade that's ****,
But cool and sweet just like your heart,
Life's sorrows and storm you depart;
It is not ****, it is not ****.

You are sipping cold lemonade,
At least that is what you just said,
You are sipping it in the shade;
Sip it in shade, sip it in shade.

Lemonade in homemade in iced tea,
Lemonade tastes very sweetly,
It is a lovely treat for me;
Ineffably, ineffably.

Lemonade isn't ever ****,
Lemonade is like your sweet heart,
I've loved lemonade from the start;
I love lemonade I impart.

*~Marian~
The monotetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables. What makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have as few as one or two stanzas, or as many as desired.

Stanza Structure:

Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated; A4, A4
 Jun 2013 Raghorn
Ally Smith
Like a game of Russian Roulette,
I sit here and I sweat.
My palms are cold and wet.
I am waiting for the gun
To make its way to me.
The barrel glistens
As if to my thoughts it listens.
I am waiting for the bullet’s collision.

My heart pounds in my throat.
My heart pounds in my head.
My heart beats in its place.
What if you found me dead?

Finally the gun has made its way
All the way to me.
Across from you at this table,
I do not break my gaze.
I take a shot of whiskey.
I swallow all the ***.
I put the barrel to my head.
Won’t you join the fun?

You know, my dear,
I am well aware of my mortality.
It hangs on by a thread.
How would you like to know
That said thread
Is made up of
All the words you’ve said?

The gun shines like your eyes.
You taunt me with your smile.
“C’mon, just pull the trigger.
You’ve been stalling quite a while.”
Your smile reassures me
So I put some pressure on
The tiny little trigger,
With the help of some liquor.

Nothing happens.
It is what it is.
It does not really matter.
Because I know what love is.
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