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 Mar 2014 A
E. E. Cummings
why did you go
little fourpaws?
you forgot to shut
your big eyes.

where did you go?
like little kittens
are all the leaves
which open in the rain.

little kittens who
are called spring,
is what we stroke
maybe asleep?

do you know?or maybe did
something go away
ever so quietly
when we weren’t looking.
 Mar 2014 A
Alyssa McWilliams
Sometime I want to die,
and I don't even know why.

To see the light at the end of the tunnel,
to embrace death as an old friend,
to no longer have to exist.

Sometimes it's triggered by something,
but sometimes,
it washes over me,
flows through me,
like molten iron running thru my veins,
burning me from the inside out.

But I continue to move forward,
for better or worse,
I'm not done fighting yet.
 Mar 2014 A
Danni
I remembered today a recent memory repressed.
I recall how my scared mind yelled when it happened,
It is technically in!
Oh my God, it's gone farther!

It's technically not considered ****,
it didn't go very far.
But I felt things I've never felt before,
and I've done a lot of things.

If his underwear weren't there,
it would have been ****.
But his underwear was there,
still I felt my privacy and lifestyle intruded,
and I still don't know what to call that day.

This was the day he left me.
Possibly too much information, and I'm sorry.  Needed to say this somewhere.  I feel safe here.
 Mar 2014 A
Danni
Dear Rapist
 Mar 2014 A
Danni
Dear Minimalist,
Dear Belittler,
Dear Soulless Ginger,
Dear Stupid,
        because I know you hate being called that.
Dear ****,
Dear Liar,
Dear Sexist,
Dear Racist,
        you typical stereotyper.
Dear *******,
Dear *******,
Dear *******,
Dear ******-****,
Dear *******,
Dear *******,
Dear *******,

*******.
*I don't know what else to call him.  Please read my other poem, "A **** That Was Not ****," for more details (and a better description) of why I don't know what to call him.
 Feb 2014 A
Becca
Shuffle
 Feb 2014 A
Becca
She wonders
(more often then she'd ever admit)
Whether it might be worth it
(and she quietly believe it might)
To shuffle of this mortal coil
(perhaps earlier than she'd planned)
If only to escape responsibilities
(as she's dreadfully selfish)
And wonders how it is
That's she's kept herself so far
Tied to the ground
(Though honestly she knows)
Vanity, vanity
 Feb 2014 A
Alyssa McWilliams
Sometimes,
I feel like my heart is going burst.
Like I will never be able to convey,
just how much I love you.

At first it scared me,
just how much I could love another.

I always got all my love from my friends,
they were all I needed,
boys lead to broken houses.

Even when I picked someone "safe",
I got hurt.

I took a chance on you,
a leap of faith,
and it was more then worth it.

This is more then a relationship,
it's friendship.

Dancing in laughter and light,
even when the darkness corners me,
you take my hand,
and everything lightens,
if just a little.

When the monsters in my head insist that there's nothing left,
screaming that it would be better if it was over,
you can silence them.

I never thought I would find someone,
with such a profound impact on me.

I never thought I would find someone,
who I could have such a profound impact on.

A team,
who has fallin',
for each other.
 Feb 2014 A
Alyssa McWilliams
I want to frame this moment,
and keep it forever.

Hang it in a gallery,
along side everything else I care for.

Have people in pressed collars,
and dark suits,
come to see us,
as we are.

I want to frame this moment,
and always be able to go back to it.

Memorize every brush stroke,
trace the lines,
we left.

Moments like these,
Are the ones I'll look back on,
and smile.

For even in the darkest moments,
together,
we were able to find,
happyness
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