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 Jan 2013 Rose Amberlyn
Mutt
Maybe if I hold you,
i'll be able to protect you,

maybe if I hold you tighter,
your heart will get lighter,

maybe if I hold you for a long time,
you'll stay longer,

maybe if I hold you tighter,
you'll hear my heart beat faster,

maybe if I hold you closer,
I can hear your heart match mine,

maybe if I squeeze you,
you'll fill my ears with giggles,

maybe if I squeeze too tight,
you'll leave...you just might,

you squeeze me back,
and whisper softly,

*you don't have to squeeze so tightly,
i'm not going anywhere
 Jan 2013 Rose Amberlyn
Mutt
The people who carry,
that brake on the inside,
whose burdens they bury,

these stone angels can only hold so much,
who are still sensitive to the touch,
who will carry others,
but can collapse if hugged too much,

i see it in those deep blue eyes,
that stare back and hold my gaze,
that you have been hurt by lies,
and drown in a sad history's haze,

i'm here to tell you, you're not alone,
cause we are both made of stone,
or so we think,

as we hid those tears,
for all those fears,

that no one is there to catch you,
or give you the time of day,
well **** what they say,
we'll let our colors stay true,

so let me help hold the weight,
so you can find the strength,
to stand up straight,

cause your not a gargoyle,
but a stone angel,
don't let that blood boil,
stay strong and beautiful,
inside and out.
through the h a z e  
o f  t h e
s m o k e
                I could see
                your face
more clearly
than I had
                   since...
you died
© Daniel Magner 2013
There's a cute little bridge
that crosses a pond
on the other side of town

I don't know when it was made
but the wood is rotten and old
with green mold growing out of each crevice
and the rope barely holds
I feel like it could snap at my slightest touch

I sit on the bridge anyway
and I let my feet plunge in to the tepid water
they make little waves as I slowly twirl my toes
I don't think the fish like it
so I stop

One time I brought a book to the bridge
my friend had lent it to me
it was a love story
he knows they're my favourite
but I dropped it in the water
and it sunk to the bottom
it made me cry

I come to the bridge a lot
to look at the little fish that swim at the surface
I bring them bread
and I watch them take little nibbles
I bet that bread will last them a long time

It started getting cold so I brought my coat
to the bridge today
the water was still
and I looked over the rope
I could see the book
that I dropped last year
it made me think of my friend

I miss him
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.
 Jan 2013 Rose Amberlyn
Alice Kay
I don't know what's worse.

You openly insulting me

or ignoring me like I'm not there.
1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
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