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MERRY ME?
By: Lauren Nalls/http://laurennalls.wordpress.com/
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just outside the have and hold

I’m taunted with a wicked grin

jangled keys for my release

my gaoler from within

fingers raw and clawing

heavy oak and iron door

slams fast across a tendered soul

bars entry evermore

streaking bloodstains gather here

mark days of no escape

numbered on cold stone-heart walls

your endured, repeated rape

you’ll earn your spurs on me today

no honor shall remain

for I have sentenced myself to

a dungeon of disdain

a treasonous confinement

for us I did commit

but this weeping plight troth prison

is a crime I’ll not admit

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What inspired me: The idea that we create prisons for ourselves based upon our actions.
Something for audience to take away: The feeling of a self-imposed prison without having to have made that mistake themselves.
What feedback I’m looking for: Any helpful criticism that will make me a better writer.
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Some Lives (Reality)
By: http://sothislife.com/
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the voice
running
door slammed
then locked
dresser push up against
pounding
fetal position on bed
so much fear
so much shame
not understanding
the why


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The One Who Will Never Be
By: Mary Gichuki/http://wanguigichuki1.wordpress.com/
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You cloud my thoughts
And stir my heart with emotions
You are the one I think of when I rise
And the last to reminisce about before I slumber.

The smiles before seem to obliterate,
As your smile is all I can see.
My thoughts are no longer my own
You are the center of me.

I long for your embrace,
Your kisses and cuddles.
In my dreams we build our castle
However, in reality we can’t seem to come into terms.

Memories are all I lean on
I cover myself with the moments we had.
Bath in the words we shared
And feed in what you taught me best.

You you you, you are all I can think about,
Why do you take a hold over my life?
I thought goodbye was the end of us.
You still hold my heart,
You The One Who Will Never Be.
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Motivation: An ex lover that took time to get over.

Take out : That we all have that one person we have had in our life that took time to let go as we hoped that the love shared was real and would result to something. Letting go is never easy. I wrote this hoping it would resonate with someone out there who knows how it feels.

What I expect: Honest and genuine thoughts about the piece and the writing.
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Five Years
By: JPC/www.nonseqs.wordpress.com
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I could not say that her skin was porcelain.
Rather, like bean sprouts—the way
it would bloat sometimes in tears or
wither and brown without enough
love. In February, I noticed how it seemed
to condense; it was cold out
and everything dripped in rainwater.
Her sobbing relieved so much strength
she could not help but sweat. I saw it
seep through her yuzu pores, matting her
mustard seed hair. I kissed, only once,
her hands to ease her crying. It did not.
I remember only her hands
so scentless they reminded me
of steam. The fear came over me in the morning:
I would find her dead– slain
from heartache or some other
purposelessness. I thought she had no bone
to bear it. But perhaps her skin was more
like porcelain, her hair only matted
with rain, her hands the scent of dry
granite. I know less of my mother now
than I did before. Maybe she has life
the length of the dusted Grapevine I put
between us.

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What inspired you to write this poem:

-I worked as a waitress for a few years through high school, college and post-grad. One of my employers had me working 8 hour shifts, so as you can imagine, there were long hours of absolutely no business. I took to smelling and staring at everything in the restaurant to pass the time. This poem was inspired not by my mother, but by the distinct surroundings of this particular restaurant.

Something for the audience to take away from your work:

-I struggle to describe our moments of estrangement, abandonment, and solitude through poetry.
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Espy
By: Nora O’Mahoney/http://noraomahoney.wordpress.com/
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Espy.

Explore.

Experience.

Examine.

Embrace.

I see you in the distance. My idea.

I grab for ways to make you come alive.

I wonder when I will articulate all the ways that I see you coming alive.

Espy.

Embrace.

Exist.

How is this going to happen?

How will I find my answers?

How do others make ideas become reality?

Evolve.

Become alive to do good in the world.

I will nurture you into life.


Hello Helpers!

Please review the new “About – Mainstreetandgreen” and note the changes to the submission process.
Hope you all enjoy (open submissions).
Also only 1 poem/story submission per person. (This means that until your poem/story is released you cannot submit more poems. – Have to give a chance for other fish to feed as well)

I am looking forward to receiving your poems, and hope you are all ready to comment on some new work.

We are also accepting short stories as well.

As always – Keep writing.

~N
https://mainstreetandgreen.wordpress.com
mainstreetandgreen@gmail.com


Hello Helpers!

It has been brought to my attention that the submission requirements are possibly asking to much of the writers.
I apologize if that was the initial impression provided.
Please note that I am trying to establish a community relationship between writers and readers. Through this experience we need the readers to be critical of others so that they can be critical of themselves.
Without being able to analyze other peoples writing, we cannot fully assume responsibility for our own work.
Please note that I have tried to make the submission requirements clearer by removing some of the explanations and extended writing.

If you have any questions please let us know by emailing – mainstreetandgreen@gmail.com or leave a comment.

I have also added a FAQ section where I will include any questions that may come up.

Thanks for the great work everyone!

Now lets work on getting batch 2 submitted and ready for review!

~N