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the lambing season
this very year has been fecund
lots of twins birthed
this morning
my brassiere
has made me
itch
its non natural fiber
is as rough
as a gravel ditch
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
remember when you showed me how
if you drank the exact amount
       of liquid inside a can
               you could sit it
                       so it sat on the very ledge
                               and nothing spilt
                                     as gravity held it
                                           along with the liquid
yet if you drank too much or
too little, it tipped and
spilt everywhere
                                        please teach me
                                        how to do this
                                        with the thoughts
                                        in my head.           and
                                        with the emotions
                                        in my heart.
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
that might be how you felt                                
and thats understandable                                
but that isn't how i would explain how i feel
i feel as through
the entire world                                                  
is crushing my skull
slowly                        
while weighing down                  
my back, shoulders                    
as a thick consistency
presses into my lungs
squeezing down my
wind pipe
my limbs are                              
tied to invisible                        
elastic bands                              
that hold me down                  
resistance                                  
maybe the world
isn't "against" me
but it weighs
way too much
in my                      
head            
heart            
body            
everywhere
it weighs me down
The bard spoke this night to me with concern
Cautioning should I write a sonnet fair
It would in the pages of history burn
Yet I'm pursuing the course with heaps of dare
Thy hand is set to work to prove him wrong
This composition will not in ashes fail
Determination is my consort song
Syllables ten to each line to couplet tail
A challenge put forth by musketeers three
No doubts yet have arisen of deftness
In completing the task given to me
The bard's classic form will cause no duress
On this journey one has taken a bet
The end product is now forever set
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
i'm seeing things
right                                                                                                            there
              in the corner of my eye
    i'm hearing things
in the timbre of your voice
                yet i have no idea
                         what you're saying
          i think i'm crazy
                    no need to tell me
             but i swear
                                                   i felt you here
                                         just a presence, but yours
it's
         most likely
             just my head
                     playing tricks
                           being weird
                                 hurting me
                                     imagining it
         and its hurting
                   me so much
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
the trees beckon                            
"hang yourself here
this branch is strong"

cliffs and ledges entice                
"just jump already
its far enough down"

sign posts point directions          
"straight into the rock
off the road"

large water calls out                    
"breathe out, jump in
then breathe in deeply"


i'm scared
everything
is wanting
me to die
everything
is calling
out to me
i can't not
hear it, its
screaming
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