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 Feb 2015 it's ok
a
i attached you to a
pencil you used
and a
****** song but now
i use pens and
have good taste
Kindness is weakness in the eyes of those yet to see strength.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
You ever stop to think

The world would be a better place if the seas of laughter were shaped through the lesser

If Cattle Roared Among Giants

A world not grown through the substantial, but a world seeded with hope from the shade

Could we vanish this stabilization construed through faulty assumptions

Could we vanish this system of normality we hold so deeply to our soul

The limitations of wealth could no longer be our shackle

Will we ever be at peace
Please
Cattle Roar Among Giants**

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

This system of normality set by people incapable of achieving self realization must be denied judgmental privileges.
 Feb 2015 it's ok
Meredith Riggs
Walking down the avenues
And my stomach is turning
Im stuck in my head
My heart is pounding harder
9 little cracks, a dusted off corner
Left alone
They call me a brain vagabond
I dont know where to go
Wonderland, is what i call home

Im not insane
Im not insane
Im not insane
I jumped over a wall
Im not insane
Glasses crack, piano starts
Bass drops
Im okay
Im okay
Im okay

Lips are cracked
Eyes are glistening
Dry throat
I see home
ballgowns, insanity
Heart-shaped hats, non-existent cats

Im run into a strange mans arms
Im alright
Im not insane
Im okay.
                  
                        - m.r. | wonderland
 Feb 2015 it's ok
Hillary Holt
Today my friend looked me in the eyes and told me that
If I give any more of myself away, I’m not going to have any parts left for myself
But I don’t need any more of me.
I have too much of me.
I want to give it all away.
Even when I know that it’ll end up at the bottom of your backpack

or forgotten in a laundry basket

or on the ground outside of your favorite coffee shop

I want to give and give until you can’t empty out your pockets without finding pieces of me.
I want you to go to a baseball game, sing the national anthem,
and put your hand over your heart
Only to realize that there’s a perfect indention
in the shape of my hand
in the middle of your chest, pushing
Beating for you
I want to fill your lungs with my breath
Even though I know I’ll never get it back
Just so I know every sigh is of me
I want to be your oxygen mask
To suffocate knowing that you can breathe a little bit easier
I’ll give my hands to your ribcage,
So maybe I can feel how you hold yourself together.
I’ll give my lips to your body
Leaving secrets down your neck, and your shoulder blades, your hip bones
Stitch together the scars you’ve left open with the most private parts of me
Until you can hold another person in your arms without splitting yourself apart
I want to give it all away.
Until I run out of me to give you, or things to leave behind
And once you’ve collected all of me.
Every hidden inch of my being
When you find me under your fingernails,

in the melody of your favorite song

Hidden in your bedsheets

And all I can do is rework the scraps I have left
Into a frame that might resemble a person who remains
Unapologetically full

*I will still wish I could give you more.
 Jan 2015 it's ok
Sia Jane
Mary Jane
 Jan 2015 it's ok
Sia Jane
Mary Jane

Wrapped in cellophane
her body an empty cavern
an embodiment of losses
tastes of bitter Mary Jane
Holland.

Baby miracle of life
a stab in the dark
a twisted knife
to the heart, breathe
Me.

Life had stained her
a reflection upon,
a broken glass mirror
a blue mooned
Sky.

Tornado fires; paper dresses
deep volcanos filled to the brim
ashes & dust
tears bring pain
burns holes in
Skin.

Cleansing comes
blood oozing out
attacking this monster
living inside
python green eyes
Robotic.

Dancing with demons
poisonous addictions
hells aftermath
skulls, crossbones
signify splintered
Souls.


Yours for slaughter,
surrendered in this wasteland
my mind created
when you were first
Gone.

Butterflies cover *******
love hearts & roses,
form tattoos across,
my spine, enviously decorating
this bare form, one alive, one
Ghost.

Drink me up, make it quick,
**** me dry, dear Carmen
please don't cry
it's all an alibi, one that
Sings.

A lullaby; a secret way out
how tranquil it leaves me
a baby lulled to sleep, I
call you Mary Jane
Holland.

My lover, my life,
it's nothing more, I
am at one, with stars we name
in this infinite
Universe.

If I am a star above
& you are named as one too
we will never be lost
wrapped together, conceiving
Constellations.

That is why I want to sit
with you, on the roof
top of my car, out in the abyss
of my surroundings
&

Stare above, sing a lullaby
of my love, count those stars
until claimed & soothed we fall
into the slumber of love.

Only a cloud can carry
& awake anew to
the rising of the sun
an abstraction deferring
multifaceted realities.


© Sia Jane
Challenge write from my first workshop class.
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