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possibilities
beneath manifestation
trembling potential
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
Jonine Garcia
It’s hard to win yourself back
from someone you loved so much
that you couldn’t live without.
It’s hard to get yourself back
from who it was back then
the moment it’s still innocent
from feeling the pain of a broken heart.
It’s difficult to convince yourself to go back
from being the old happy person she was
where she hasn’t depend on somebody else yet
to make her turn that way.
It’s hard to win yourself back
from someone whom you gave it to,
even if he’d already dropped and abandoned it.
j.a.g
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
Jonine Garcia
i fear that one day
the word goodbye
will rest permanently on my lips,
until the pain of this word comes along
when i look back and
i could never say hello again.
goodbye kills
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
Stu Harley
all the zebras
gather in the night
to rearrange
their
zebra stripe
just two color
black and white
a jigsaw puzzle
oh what a sight
but
what if we exchange
the
colored patterns
between
the
zebras and the giraffes
still
the
lions are there
in the soft moonlight
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
Emma H
Eyes: Stars. I can’t help but wish on them, holding my breath, standing on tiptoe, hoping. They promise so much.
Arms: Branches and vines. Reaching, wrapping, holding. You break what you let go of; you choke what you keep.
Legs: Thunder thighs and tree trunk calves. You frown like it’s a bad thing, but you’re strong; you’re steady, sure, solid. You are a forest and a storm.
Laugh: A flash of lightning. An instant of blinding, dazzling music in the midst of my storm.
Shoulderblades: Bookshelves. My head is a journal, thoughts spilling over. You are strong enough to bear even the heaviest of my words.
Tongue: A forest fire. I still have a second-degree burn from the first time you told me you loved me.
Hips: Hills. You are mountains and valleys, and I want to take a walk and get lost in you.
Feet: Anchors. They team up with gravity to keep you here. And so you stay.
Chest: A strongbox overflowing with treasure. Your heartbeat is the song your whole body sings, kept in time to your pulse, flowing through your veins.
Ribs: Boards on a ship. Weatherproof, waterproof. This means my tears (saltwater, too) will not ruin you when they fall onto you.
Hands: Morning glories with green-veined leaves. Opening, closing; beautiful every time.
Mind: A maze. You’re a puzzle I can’t solve and a line I cannot rhyme. You are never going to make sense, and I love that.
please take me into the
forest, deep
with tall redwoods and let me feel the rocks like
swords under my callous feet.
where we can watch the sunset from
up above the tilting world, sitting on our thrones
made of Marlboro filters and sticks
on a mountain cliff.
we'd be cliffhangers
and thieves and vagabonds, painting ourselves
with the blue tinted night
like the deepest parts of
the
sea
far from the wandering grasp of
reality.
watch the stars with eyes like
flickering lightbulbs,
shining yellow in empty, echoing rooms.
bring along four bottles
of wine,
one for each of us.

we'll drink until theres wine slipping past our cheeks
like some kind of blood-orange sob,
leaking out our hollowed belly-buttons
rivers running swift through the lines of our
palms.
wounded from every pore with the blood of
our intoxication;
magenta tongue stained skin.

would you let me take your hand and lead you
through the empty, knocking dark
and sing to you in the soft moments of
before morning?
would you trust me enough to
close your eyes
and let me lead you in a bruised,
tumbling
drunken journey to the top of the
highest mountain?
we could lay in the summer blanketed wind
made of dancing sky and
burning earth.
close our eyes and stop the earthquake in
our minds,
wake up with the sunshine seeping through
every corner of our aching
bodies,
roses growing out of our jigsaw jaws and puzzle piece
crumbling ribs and lungs;
see through our sober fingers and
wandering eyes
a different world than it was at
midnight.
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
Florence Woo
XI.
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
Florence Woo
XI.
your fingers on my spine are
tracing stars and weaving together
constellations that even the
galaxy could not foresee.

i want to explore the horizons
within your eyes,
i want to see the misty
craters, comets and planets
threatening to spill
from under your eyelids;
each drizzle more beautiful
than the
fallen ones.
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
Allen Wilbert
Marriage

You like to drink,
I like to smoke,
you'd like to think,
that I am big joke.
You like to rock,
I like to roll,
we go for a walk,
but it ends up a stroll.
You like to read,
I like to write,
whenever we talk,
it ends up being a fight.
You like honesty,
I like to lie,
I find it funny,
when you start to cry.
You like to spend,
I like to save,
you love to cut,
when I have to shave.
You like romance,
I like horror,
You're name is Dora,
and I'd like to explore ya.
You like to eat,
I like to munch,
we love each other,
so **** much.
Twenty years and going strong,
I'm always right,
you're always wrong.
The *** is great,
and we love to cuddle,
in the bed,
there is always a puddle.
You like me,
I like you,
another woman,
always makes two.
Sometimes I watch,
sometimes I join,
either way,
I have a happy groin.
 Mar 2014 Margaryta
raw with love
I will haunt your dreams
and stick around in waking hours.
You will find me underneath your skin;
and in your shirt I wore that morning;
and in the empty mug on the table;
and in the pillow that's absorbed my fragrance.

You will see me die and cheat and laugh and love and self-harm.
You will see me in the shadows, in the steam of the shower, in the unmade bed;
I'll be the crease in the sheets, I'll be in the nape of your neck.

You will love me miss me hate me breathe me need me curse me long me destroy me.

I will haunt you.
You won't sleep eat dream love laugh hate breathe live.
I will obsess you.
You'll be sorry that you turned me
into the ghost of who we were,
the ghost of you.
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