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Funny Things | Candy81

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Love is magic, in a blink of an
eye I see your smile, I’m so in love.
Funny things happen, how you
look when you’re mad.

I can’t help but to laugh as I
fall deeper in love with you.
When you think there’s no one
looking, smiling as you’re reading

I can’t help but to stare, your smile
has magic on me.
Crazy things love can do make you
feel like you can’t breathe.

Heart pounding beat after beat for loving you.

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In the Bathroom Mirror | Shelly Blankman

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She traces her lips with
the precision of Picasso,

strokes her silky brown
hair, carefully tucking stray
strands behind her ears,

smoothes her new pink
dress and matching heels
that hurt like hell.

She pretends not to notice
the giggles and gasps.
she’s heard them before.

She’s seen mothers hurry
their little girls to flush
and wash; they must
escape the danger in a
dress lurking in the mirror.

The bathroom door shuts
slowly behind her, laughter
leaks into the aisles and replays
the acoustical nightmare of
playground taunts and pranks
that seem to have no end.

Her mirror reflected the person
she was born to be, her truth,

they don’t know danger doesn’t lurk
in a pink dress with matching shoes.

Danger lurks in the broken
brains of average men
who feed on fragile egos
of little girls in pretty dresses.

History Text Book | Ananya S. Guha

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Ancient animals
a picture of a Roman town
in ancient times, a dog languishing, passers by,
fruit sellers.
My history text book. Smells.
Rolling over times.
My studies in childhood.
The teacher and the book
are gone. I remain, blood and bones.

Voice | Russ Cope

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I found a voice,
I found a purpose,
I even made a promise.
I will keep my word
along with all my words
in a hidden place,
drawing back upon my
own life, seeking
honesty and truth.

The Piano | Judy Moskowitz

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Notes tugging my strings
Tuned prepped and polished
To be played
In a “kind of blue” way
A shout out
The cry of release
Cleansing for truth
So I can feel the tickle
Connecting me back to you
Wrapped in deep Mahogany
Once you get into my core
The cavity
Of missing persons
Will you be playing me
Or am i playing you
Like cheap wine

Throwing Tantrums | Ananya S. Guha

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Lines drawn in progression
are not poetry or prose
poetry exists in mind only
not in lines or figures. Words encapsulated in speech.
Diabolic utterances, they throw tantrums in the winds.

Noah | Alan Inman

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Noah, you lived
in the wrong time,
died too quickly, looked
at your world
with different eyes,
taught me the value
of getting to know
a person, even if
I disagreed with them.

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