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Her caboose
makes me
never want
to leave
the station
It’s like walking on eggshells
CRACK!
One misstep
CRACK!
Say something slightly out of turn
CRACK!
Do something a little askew
CRACK!
Don’t say what is wanted
CRACK!
Don’t act as planned
CRACK!
Don’t take what is said correctly
CRACK!
Don’t bend to your will
CRACK!
Don’t when the last crack will do it
SHATTER!
 Jun 2016 AK93
Brent Kincaid
I found seashells and driftwood,
Cans and bottles and much more
Like diapers and picnic stuff
While walking along the shore.
I found cigarette butts and bags
And those horrendous soda holders
That catch on sea life and twist them
In their middle or at their shoulder.

I saw palm trees and jacaranda
Waving in the balmy breeze
And broken plastic lawn chairs
Leaning against the lovely trees.
I found six-packer carriers sitting
With all the beer bottles inside.
I saw pieces of bicycles and big batteries
And I swear I almost sat and cried.

But I had too much to do right then
Gathering up all that random junk.
I carried them to a ******* bin
And I threw it all in, kerthunk!
I wondered for the hundredth time
The parents these creeps had
That let them grow so ill behaved,
And so embarrassingly bad.

What kind of selfish brat can come
And look out on this lovely scene
And throw their ******* all around?
How can they be so mean?
It makes me hope for recompense;
That what goes around come again
And we can stash these human pigs
Into an appropriate kind of pen.
 Jun 2016 AK93
BertJane Perez
We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...

We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation

We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly

Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore
 Jun 2016 AK93
infinite mind
it's always the bad times
the regrets i think of
when i'm overthinking
and it's 3am
and i feel like the only person on earth
awake and alive

it's never the good things that come back to me
it's just constant to focus on the negativity
the bad

the thing is they are the moments
the unchangeable
the things i regret
if only i had foreseen
what i was going to do
it would we easier to forget

regrets are permanent
until i can learn to overcome
tears
blood
sweat

they're unchangeable

pushed
away and away
i'll never forget
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