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Scuba Diving

                       
       Scuba Diving
Heavy SCUBA tanks
As if flying in water
Everywhere blue

  
Dry mouth icky salt
Regulator gets knocked out
Can't breathe in water
  
   
See a shark hiding
Marveling in its stealth
Hope it's not hungry
  
   
Running our of air
Better get to boat fast
Stupid lungs why why?
   
Brightly colored fish
And coral everywhere    
I wish I could stay

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A Drop of Water

A Drop of Water 
I look up into the deep sky
And the clouds as purple as a bruise 
growl at the dry, crumbling earth
with condescending looks
they know that it yearns for the nourishment they carry 
in their bloated bellies

I inhale the damp air
twirling and grinning 
as if I can see
the hesitant drops
bracing themselves for the free fall

And the first drop hits 
the very tip-top of my nose
I laugh
because I can hear the thirsty soil slurping
up the water in its agitation
to sate its parched throat

The tiger lilies behave a bit more civilly
they sip the refreshment daintily
gathering the gentle drops
in a necklace of crystal beads
ever so prettily
they bask in the warm shower 
savoring the clean liquid flowing through them

Proud pines fill up their wooden mugs 
with the clouds’ precious gift
letting the stream trickle down their sides
but they remain unbending
too full of hubris to admit their gratitude 
though they stare up at the sky with unspoken respect

Me, I just stand perfectly still 
breathing in wet grass and proud pines and refined tiger lilies
feeling the water streak through my hair
and listening raptly to the symphony 
of the tap dancing rain
playing across the weather-beaten pavement

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Irony

We all make a promise
at the age of good triumphs over evil
heroes
principles
to always stand fast 
on the side of the righteous 
no matter what.
my beliefs were identical
to any child's 
reading Nancy Drew
frequenting G-rated movies
good will forever be good
no gray areas exist
no money
no power
no earthly desires
in my heart 
block my path.
the body count was about five
I realized what I was doing 
violated the very ideas I had 
of how a person should be. 
the past hour 
flitting around the yard
heart light, untroubled
was wrong.
my seven-year-old-hands stuttered
while shoving my defenseless victims into a mason jar
in cold blood
without even punching holes in the lid
their cold, dim bodies 
scattered at the bottom
like they didn't matter
like their tiny lights
didn't bring the world
any joy at all
not the smallest amount of magic
my fireflies
wasted,
frozen
never to see another 
        sunset
at that moment 
in disgust I stared at my hands
so much like those of a monster
not a hero after all.

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Heartfelt

In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm 
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words 
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Eventually, we will become 
                                           
                                          washed out

faded and bleached. 
Our words are tangible
they cling to us 
when nothing else does,
but if we can’t pull them out 
late at night
and caress them fondly
remembering the sorrow, joy, and pure life
they wrought
we are brushed away,
like the leaves trying to clasp the skirts of the maple 
shivering from autumn’s frost.


By Meredith Roaten

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Forget

Forget
           
                  Eyes stinging,
                  rushing up the stairs

                  Throwing myself onto the bed,
                  Picking up the one thing that's safe.
              
                  Listening to troubles, not my own,
                  the fantasies that do not belong to me.

                                      And I am able to forget.

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God Must Have Been

God Must Have Been 
                 God must have been a pretty good painter,
  Cuz' there's no other way he could have gotten the sea so blue.
                God must have been a pretty good singer,
 Cuz' how would he have gotten the dove to make that perfect coo.
                God must have been a pretty good sculptor,
 Cuz' there's no other way he could have made the mountains peak just the right way.
               God must have had a pretty good imagination,
 To dream up the world as it is today.

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Siren's Song

Shhhhhhhhhhhh…… Husssshhhhhh
Waves sidle up to the beach 
in simple companionship
the gritty sand 
creeps into every crevice of my toes 
reflecting off the blue waters 
the full moon and stars 
fill up what otherwise
would be a hole,
miles and miles of darkness
what a miracle 
I think smiling the sweet smile 
one wears when content.
Then a low, keening sound joins the salt in the air
the hair on my arms 
raises eerily 
right on pitch with the awful noise
and a tremor runs through my body
it’s a dream 
a dream
a dream
I whisper desperately
but the piteous pleading 
continues to tear 
through the night’s mirage of serenity 
it calls as if it’s being ripped apart and I can’t breathe.
my heart shrieks in terror and pity
noisily I trip through the shallows 
heaving for breath. 
It’s a dream
but I feel the drenched gown 
clinging to my skin
and the traitorous idea to help whatever it is 
bouncing around in my mind
In a split second my world dissolves 
water encompasses me on every side 
the leering faces of horrible creatures 
with big,
black eyes and little, jagged teeth
pop out at me 
as their nails dig into my flesh 
dragging me down deeper into dark water
It’s a dream
But I hear the moaning breaking off 
and transforming into watery giggles 
the silence of the entire ocean 
slamming into my ears
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!