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Itís the end of the semester and emotions run high in the hallowed halls of graduate school.Most of those emotions are not pleasant ones: panic, stress, worry.Finding it impossible to think happy thoughts, these poems are, consequently, not happy poems.Thereís a certain kind of release in writing bitter words; I find it more therapeutic than throwing pillows against the wall or taking long walks.


†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Meagan Morash




You call this a relationship?

Cool, dark night

Bright flashes of light in a strangerís eyes

I hesitate,

curious, hypnotized

The promise of warmth lures me from my chill solitude

My conscience flutters its weak wings

But languid warmth and flickering flames entrance,

Blocking all else

You draw me, moth-like, to your flame

And the temperature rises

Attraction canít be fought

††††††††† Even when it starts to hurt

††††††††† Even when the pain is a constant


I fall, a voiceless, thoughtless shell

Charred by your embrace

Denying the source of bruises and blood

Your light dims; you walk out

Iím left, broken and burned

Yearning for your familiar, searing touch

Yet fighting to mend in the cold dark


†††††††††††††††††† Alone







You place it in the coals to heat to your satisfaction

With every word and action you stoke it higher and hotter

Ignoring the dry, cracked air and your aloneness

††††††††† in order to mold it your own ends


Suddenly it is uncovered and

its blinding white brilliance mutes you

you can do nothing

but cry out,


as it turned against you

and sears your soul with an everlasting memory







I call you a water witch,

A rainmaker.

You leave behind waves

Of grief and pain

Tossed on a sea of thousands of tears.

Now I add my salt to this ocean

and the water level rises.

Maybe someday it will

Catch up to you

And drown you

in the realization of

All you have done.



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