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 Oct 2016 CJSmigliani
Liam Haldek
Life is a journey
and Death is our destination?

Always just be yourself
but follow the examples of others?

Never give up
but also learn to let go?

The sky is the limit
but the rules must be followed?

What is the Truth
in this lie we call Society,
this delusion we have crafted,
*where the rich run the show?
((Sorry for the edit.))
She is tired

Hearing footsteps

The knocks at her door

But he has eaten her again

Devoured her from the inside out

The skein of muscle the drool of blood

Left pieces of her between his teeth

And now he is going for the jugular

She has been done a million times before

To forsake her would have been easier

To lead her to her own betrayal

Into this scandal would have been good enough
I should have known better than to believe that I had a chance of him ever loving me

The only thing that he ever did was break me

And it was only at the sight of their hands intertwined in the loving embrace that I once dreamed

Of him and me

Now those memories of him smiling is all just heart breaking

And the sound of his voice is all but breathtaking

As these sobs of horror grow stronger in my lungs that grow smaller and smaller

Because of him and me

My heart was tore well before he came to me

Now its just shattered dust of a once beautiful dream

Of him and me

And it seems as if these images of fantasy that grew in my head all just seem so silly to me

Now that there is

And was

No chance of we

I had hoped you were the one to fix

To save

To build

Me into the women I fought so hard to be

That I believed I could reach

Now I know better then to get too high of an expectation of me

And my heart no longer feels as whole as it once did

And this is all because of the fantasy I drew

Of him and me
 Oct 2016 CJSmigliani
Dylan Jones
So there was this boy, actually my little brother
He was, uh, on an airplane and
He's flying to come home to me and my dad
Sailing above the largest ocean
On planet Earth and he was seated
Next to this woman who
He tried his best to make conversation
And really the only thing
My brother heard her say was to order a sprite
The woman was sitting there and she's reading
This, This really arduous magazine article about a
Third world country that she couldn't
Even pronounce the name of and
My brother's feeling very bored and very despondent
And then, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
And they started just falling, thirty thousand feet
And the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry"
And apologizing and he looks at the woman and he says
"Where are we going?" and she looks at him and she says
"We're going to a party, it, it's a birthday party
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
And then, uh, she starts humming this little tune
Right before--
 Oct 2016 CJSmigliani
Shawn Adams
Perhaps,
And I say perhaps
Because I truly do not know
Anymore
I expect
The coming damage
You've trained
My heart to beat to a rhythm
That is no longer
Mine to control
Perhaps
And I say perhaps
Because
It conveys the last
Moment of hope
That I have for us
Your lack of lyrics
Your lack of courage
Your lack of Compassion
Perhaps,  I should have seen this coming
Like this hurricane
That everyone else
Is prepared for,
I'm prepared for
A much worse reckoning
But perhaps,  
I am wrong
Perhaps this storm
Will spare me
Perhaps your heart
Will wake up tomorrow
And know
 Oct 2016 CJSmigliani
Carl Smith
She's no demon.
No, she doesn't serve him,
She's an angel without wings.
Yes, an angel that cannot sing.
An angel that snorts *******.
A woman who can't feel pain.
A girl who just wants to run,
But not with the intent of having fun.

But she does feel pain,
For I feel it too.
This indescribable connection
Of one instead of two.
It raises me up,
Like an empty glass squeezed for one last drop.
One last drop of love.
Or is it hate?
 Oct 2016 CJSmigliani
shit face
there's something so endearing about hearing that song i used to love. a meer recollection, a dreaded reunion of unforgotten words, but never thought of. it's sensual expectations, and a beaming nostalgia of tears and cheers, from time so unthinkably distant from now. the very essence of remembrance, and the intamcy of the infinite chorus. a perspective of a lost love or
lost lyrics, it's a simple far sighted mess, in which i've engulfed myself into once again.
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