Keith Ren
Keith Ren
Jun 27, 2012

I close one eye now
to focus things close.

I've grown older than you,
though not outgrown you.

I'm no river.
I am the sand.
And you, merely the ocean.

And in no way now,
might we ever help each other.

I close one eye now,

just one.

Ryan Walker
Ryan Walker
May 8, 2012

Click, click, click, it's stuck
A voice if you'd call it that in tune with
one jerky movement
The poor girl trapped inside the box
seizes and dances with lightning
through her veins and water in her head
One rhythm, no expression
Just a dull 'eee-o-o-o-eee-o-o-eee'
Wake up, Jesus, please let me wake up

Jul 11, 2013

Love doesn't always feel like love.
Sometimes it's so faint within you,
you forget it,
like your
But it will always linger between
Only showing up to send the
steady melody
of your pulse into
a frenzy.
You feel it when your heart skips
a beat and races so you
feel like you can't
Those are the times
you remember your love
you don't
forget it.

Scottie Green
Scottie Green
Aug 15, 2012

She's short.
Shorter than me. About 5 feet and one measly inch. Grant it I'm only two measly inches.

But I'd hug her. Wrap my arms up and around her teeny shoulders and back around her small frame.
I'd hug her. Tight and close.

She is the smallest of the three of us. However, she's the oldest. She will be twenty tomorrow.
I'd hug her like the first time I left her as she went to her decorated dorm room for college.
I'd squeeze her. For as long as she would let me hold her.

At that time she had just wanted to be free. A few months later she cried to me about how she wished she was home, back in bed sleeping beside me the way we had spent most of the last two years.

I miss her. Oh, how I'd hug her.

Skipper. Petit and sad. She sometimes hates the hugs I give her.
My mom always says she is lucky. She needs someone as warm and loving as me.

I'd hold her, keep her there until I had to let her go. Or at least until she made me. Yet, I know she cried too as she walked away and we stood and watched.

I wish I spent more of my summer a long side her. I regret it and I'm sorry I didn't.
It may have been her last summer home.
I didn't even drive her to Colorado. She didn't mind. She was excited for her new life.

If I had spent my time with her I would have made her miss me. She would want to visit.

I'd hug her. My arms around her bony back. I'd hold her.

Keep her for my own. No one could touch her. No one could hurt her. Not even herself.

Lately I have had an urge to skip.
Jeffrey Bustos
Apr 8, 2013

Are you happy? You ask
Lately I have had an urge to skip.
I love skipping,
it makes me happy.
Am I happy you ask?
Am implies being.
So I think:
I wish you would skip with me.
Not make.
Not do.
Not think.
Just be


Jan 5

There is nothing
I could have said
To fix it.

he lake,  I watched his stone skip 5 times as it kept awake. From the twis
Jun 23

He threw his stone at the lake,  I watched his stone skip 5 times as it kept awake. From the twist of his hand to the magic he makes,
to a skip stone I could never repeat!

His hands like shovels I like the way he scribbles,
Self taught instructed by the heart exceptional he built his habitat,

O'Reily 03062014

Skip Ploss
Skip Ploss
Jul 25, 2012


Skip Ploss
Skip Ploss
Aug 4, 2012

The non surgical
to rumor

Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Aug 23, 2012      Aug 24, 2012

Skip skipped
then all at once
fell over himself

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