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 Aug 2014 Audrey
Nomad
Once Was
 Aug 2014 Audrey
Nomad
This once was, a place I called home,
this once was, the only place I've ever known.
Once it was, a safe haven of my youth,
once it was a place, where I learned a few truths.

Once this was a place, bustling with life,
where the smell of sweat, hot food and drinks,
and the sound of laughter, over came the day-to-day strife.

It did not have the asphalt lot, that all buildings have now,
they only needed to follow the noise,
and that's the only way we knew how.

It was a diner, a buffet,
a dance party, a place to...get away.

It once was a place, that had a grand view of the hillside, and the place we used to own,
it was the only place, that we ever really known.

Just imagine

The sunshine beats down upon your brow,
like only the sun, the shining penny in the sky, only knows how.
And imagine the clouds, fluffy and white,
helps calm and cool the day, to help us hide from the sun,
that shined so bright.
Imagine the day, where in a field of gold and green,
we do what we say, and say what we mean.
Sure we're rough, we're rowdy,
calloused to the hands,
don't mind us none now,
we're only calloused to meet the demands.
Here and now, this is where we stand,
beware the matches, as the sun sets,
and strike up the band.
The sun's setting now, and how great the sun feels at it's last gasp.
And the wind is still whispering, tossing the reeds and grass back and forth.
Yes my friends, this once was a place, of pick nicks in the meadows
where one would sleep and wait, until the dawn.


It once was, just like that, a place of rest and comfort,

a brook, a stream;

nothing more, more than a dream.

To the woods we would wander
the woods to play, and get lost and be found again


this is the story of.

What once was.
I'm digging a hole deep and wide
I'll bury my love for you inside
then I'll fill it in, right to the top
and stamp it down, in hope to stop
these feelings that stumble from my core
and silence them forever more.

I'm building a wall as high as I might
behind it I'll hide my heart and my light
some stones once removed, now back, standing tall
they'll keep me within and forbid me to fall.

I'll paint on my smile, cherry red beaming wide
I'll laugh when expected, though empty inside
I'll move through this life like I haven't a care
but if you look closely
You'll see I'm not there.
 Aug 2014 Audrey
Meghan O'Neill
Take a moment
and look at your hands.
look at the lines
more creases and folds than a dismantled paper airplane
you can look into hands and see the future
those creases read like a map
and in the distance between your fingers lies a novel.
With fingers intertwined you can pray
and you can love.
you can beckon melodies from the belly of pianos
and scrawl poetry on shredded napkins
you can punch and scratch and fight
you can revolt
you can deliver Shakespeare
you can place blame
and you can nurture
you can wave hello
and you can wave goodbye
but remember they are the same motion
wiggle your fingers
count them
10
a perfect round number
take a look at the miraculous work of art at the end of your wrists
put them to use
embrace
high five
fist bump
use them to make art
dance
music
fight injustice
celebrate your victories
and help those around you.
with those two hands and ten fingers
the world is yours.

take a moment and look at your hands
and notice how you don't need a mirror to see yourself.
 Aug 2014 Audrey
r
Dawn
 Aug 2014 Audrey
r
I awoke
at the crack
of dawn

to a blood red sun
-a bullet hole
in a faded work shirt

with a creak in my bones
a quick kiss and a groan

I thanked her
and slipped out
the back door

before her old man
came home.

r ~ 8/30/14
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 Aug 2014 Audrey
Lexi Cairns
The world is wild and beautiful
The dark is vast and deep
But I don't know if I'll survive
To pass this way again
negative words cut into me
they leave their wounds

old cuts flare up now and then
I hear the world screaming
I am not good enough,
even when I am the only person around

the negative voices in my head
are slowly quelled by the daily spiritual path
based on love and service,
and each subtle damage is being transformed
to scars that teach
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