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 Aug 2013 Ayeglasses
Kasey
Seeking a gentleman who gets lost in thoughts
Feels everything and holds onto nothing.
Bachelor must tolerate banjos, books, and bare-feet.
A writer is preferred, but not exclusively.
I'm seeking a companion who loves tea and coffee in the afternoons
Must be willing to gamble with the suggested shows on netflix
And suggested artists on pandora.
Bonus points if music moves him in directions he didn't know existed.
Seeking a gentleman whose heart is made entirely of love and passion
With a reasonable head
And an unapologetic twinkle in his eyes.
I warn you that I love sunburns and tank-tops
Rain makes me sad, and I own a blue Snuggie named Ralf.
I laugh too loud at lame jokes about muffins and bars
Cry desperately in movies
And am driven to push boundaries.
***** makes me loose
I'm terrified of fourteen-year-old girls and spiders.
And I consider 90 degrees to be jacket weather.
I'm seeking a gentleman with an empty hand and a full heart
That I can love with all that I have
Laugh with, cry with, dream with.
You can find me in the words on this page.
I'll be waiting.
 Aug 2013 Ayeglasses
Chris T
Piles of books on books
Yellowing pages
That smell of rot and decay,
That's what we're,
Just books
On shelves,
On floors,
Piling one over the other,
Rotting,
Decaying away,
Our stories either read
Or lost forever
in the library piles,
That smell,
You're old and dusty
Before you notice
And that children's book
Has turned into some
Shakespeare tragedy ****
Except nobody remembers you,
You won't bore teenagers in school,
Tell me:
Are you read?
2010 poem
 Jun 2013 Ayeglasses
Robyn
A million thoughts inside my head
And none of them are kind
A pretty head atop my shoulders
But not a pretty mind
~
How pretty your eyes are
How pretty your nose
How pretty your legs'd be
If they remained closed
~
He may love me
But he doesn't know me
He may love me
But he doesn't show me
~
How can God be bigger than this?
A throttled cry
A bitter kiss
How can God be bigger than pain?
God doesn't speak
But here speaks pain again
~
I want to go to Africa
But why?
But why?
Because I've no right to cry
While they die
They die
four hundred ninety four days.
forever became
an impossible promise.
 Jun 2013 Ayeglasses
Morgan
Mush
 Jun 2013 Ayeglasses
Morgan
I said I'd love you until death due us part
But I swear I've been dying every day
since the first time I saw you and I
still love you more than a punk show
or a cigarette; a warm hazelnut coffee
or a fresh tattoo.

I said I'd write about you until my fingers break
But I swear I don't have to
Your voice is my favorite poem
It sounds like beauty
And tastes like pain
 Jun 2013 Ayeglasses
K
The Story of Portal

'Tis an interesting story I must convey
About what started on Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.
It was to be the main event,
But no one knew to what extent.

Upon picoseconds of her wake,
Deadly Neurotoxin she did take.
A hissing sound was heard by all,
And a green gas started to fill the hall.

One by one people fell.
Most were dead, but not little Chell.
She was a stubborn child,
But that was putting it mild.

A Morality Core was installed.
To keep the rest of the Center from being mauled.
GLaDOS was switched back on
And Test Subjects were called upon.

Years later, a Subject was picked.
No one knew what to predict.
She was stubborn and quiet,
But boy, did she cause quite the riot.

Chell was never meant to test,
But fate was changed by an unwelcome guest.
In the maintenance areas, a Rat did flee,
Leaving hints for the young ******.

GLaDOS gave a final goodbye speech;
A fire pit Chell did reach,
But some portals she did use
To escape from the abuse.

Chell and GLaDOS met face to face.
This would be GLaDOS' final resting place.
A surprise was deployed
And Chell threw it into the void.

Deadly Neurotoxin again filled the room.
Six minutes and Chell would reach her doom.
"Stop squirming and die like an adult."
Chell didn't think she would like the result.

Three more times she would open the door
And drop down another core.
The fight was done,
And with it went the gas and the gun.

The rouge AI was enraged.
She had been upstaged.
The Enrichment Center's systems started to fail.
Oh how Chell wished she could bail.

Chell had finished her mission.
Now, she rested in the Party Escort Position.
Escorted back inside, she tried not to cry.
For she knew that the Cake was a Lie.
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