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 Nov 2014 Kylia
Mar
shapes
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Mar
i am a rectangle
because i too have dark, dusty corners
and sharp edges

and you can fold me 1000 times
but i will still be the same
i will never change for you

I will always be the strongest
and biggest
among my family

because i come from generations of
tiny waists and dainty wrists,
of little feet and fragile frames

of empty rectangles with soft corners
and simple lines and ribs and
what you might call petite

but i am a different being
and therefore i do not fit
in any of my grandmother's dresses

i could blame my bones
or my health or my happiness
but i see only distortion and mutation

and i should have been tinier
and i should have been skinnier
but i am me and that is that

and when i see my mother
and my two beautiful sisters
i tower and glower and envy

for i am alone in my body
while even my twin stays smaller
while i grow and glow and glare
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Pdub
42.
Aged, but not old.
Handsome, but not boyish.
Passionate, but confused with this.

22.
Young, but wise.
Beautiful, but naïve.
Quiet, but not stupid.

20.
Years between us.
Does it matter? Said my brain
Let me speak. Replied my heart

3.
Months together.
No more.
No less.

0.
Time has stopped.
And what do I see?
A happily puzzled face,
Looking back at me.
Welcome to my world.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Jolene D'Souza
Today a year is over
Today a year I see
Today I remembered the day
I married a chimpanzee

I’m not sure if it was love at first sight
But somehow we were smitten
Our fate was in the stars
And that’s where it was written

People were always curious
And they wondered how it could be
That I had fallen in love
With my darling Chimpanzee

His undying love for bananas
And hanging by the bars
My chimpanzee was always hyper
And loved to drive fast cars


Sometimes things got difficult
And sometimes we’d disagree
It’s kind of frustrating when you are arguing
And all he says is “oo oo aa aa eee”

When we’re on holiday
He’d pack his suitcase tight
With bananas and oranges
And all sorts of monkey delights

Although his monkey quirks
Sometimes make mad
I knew what I signed up for
And sometimes it also makes me glad

He takes the time to listen
He takes the time to be
A good loving husband
Even though he’s a Chimpanzee

My Chimpanzee husband is awesome
And he’s the best for me
Today we’re eating a banana cake
As we celebrate our anniversary.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental :P
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Ashleigh Black
The only things guaranteed in life are
the fall of the sun and rise of the moon
and even sometimes that is questioned.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Ashleigh Black
You ripped my soul right
from my lonely, hollowed chest
yet gave nothing in return.
I'm so tired of having my heart ******* with.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Meenu Syriac
Judith
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Meenu Syriac
Because all her teardrops fell like snowflakes,
And when summer came, they melted into the ground.
Like dew drops hanging in the mist,
She gave what a fairytale needed,
To end the plight.
And with her music she brought tears to his eyes,
With every note that struck air and made life.
But if the stars might burn with all the fiery warmth of her heart
Then they may know all the tears she's wiped with her hand.
The muffled screams, pocketed within the deepest trenches of her heart.
Only a shadow remains where once she knew light,
Because his eyes could hold no more of her sight,
And in every dark alley, pledged his allegiance to the night.
She was once all he had,
But now his soul he sold to the devil's reign.
Slowly slipping into darkness... Her image reflected in his eyes
Judith, like dust, you fly with the passing wind,
*A memory forgotten in his mind.
©Meenu Syriac
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Natasha Teller
I'm white.
I don't know what it's like
to have a black son
and wonder if he'll get shot
on a walk down the block
because his skin
camouflages him
into the night.

I am white.
I don't know what it is
to fear shots
from the gun barrels of the cops
hired to protect and serve
"us" from "them"
thick boots stomping the block--

cops more **** than Trayvon,
more **** than Mike,
more **** than the pre-teen
with a BB gun
robbed of his life.

I am white.
I don't know how it feels
to bleed out in the streets,
the fruit of my veins
soaking into scorched tar,
my still-open eyes seared
by the August sun.

I don't know how it feels
to lie there, dead,
an echo of ancestors
dangling from trees,
from light poles,
sunk into the Tallahatchie
with barbed wire and a cotton gin fan.

I am white.
Our history is filled with pale devils
enslaving races,
seizing lands,
killing millions--

so if someone's going to get shot,
maybe it ought to be one of us.
Just a stream-of-consciousness rant that I needed to get out.
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