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 May 2014 Audrey
Mohd Arshad
He
Dived
Into lust
In the bed
Pushing her
Along with him
He thought
Good things
Bring ecstasy
He took many bites
Of her fragrant lips
And ****** milk to
quench his parched throat
But he did not drink
Red wine oozing out
From this luscious dish
He jumped up
And ran to wear
His dresses leaving
Her absorbed in delight
 May 2014 Audrey
Emmy Dawn
Wrecked
 May 2014 Audrey
Emmy Dawn
If a pen should stutter,
my words are weak.
Leaking ink and broken words
leave my hands as red as guilt,
and I am not innocent.
Flushed cheeks and a stained tongue,
there is little I can hide.
But maybe if you slice me open,
there is more to see inside;
Reach around and find my chest,
but know it holds more salt water
than your desired treasure.
I do hope what few jewels I have
Bring you pleasure.
Let the beat of our besotted hearts
bring rhythm to our knotted limbs
with no one here to tell us now
where I should end and you begin.
 May 2014 Audrey
meg
I remember
 May 2014 Audrey
meg
I remember when I was in the hospital and I didn't sleep for two days straight because I swore to god that if I did the demons would step out from under the bed and seep into my head.

I remember when it was three am, and I was shaken awake from the girl three doors down shrieking from the night terrors that her mother embedded into her skull with her fist and a belt when she was eight. But, they were then stored away until she was thirteen years old and a man swore that he'd beat her if she didn't cooperate. So, now they hide during the day, and creep back up when the sun falls.

I remember when I witnessed a boy unintentionally scratch at his skin until he bleed for an hour because the voices inside of his mind told him that if he didn't hurt anyone else, he would just have to hurt himself. and he swears he'd never hurt anyone besides himself.

I remember when I met a girl who had cuts up and down her arms and legs from when her mother told her she'd never survive the world because she isn't good enough. But, I swear to god that she was the strongest person I've ever met.

I remember when my roommate stayed up all night rocking with bloodshot eyes and deep purple circles underneath of them because she swore that if she slept the monsters inside of her head would crawl out and bleed into her soul.

I remember when the boy five doors down hit the wall so hard that it shook the entire unit because he hallucinated a man and a little girl trying to strangle him, and he swore he could feel the noose around his neck.  

even through all of this, for some odd reason teenagers think it's lovely to have deep scars and to hear voices telling them to **** themselves and everyone around them. I swear, nothing is lovely about demons eating at your brain and thoughts.

I remember when it was four am, and I was up weeping from the fact that people think my suffering is lovely.

I can swear to you, it's not.
***** hiding that I went to a mental ward. because I think that this is the best poem I've ever written.
 May 2014 Audrey
Sam Temple
single dark hair pokes through
natural fiber button-up
clinging to a bulging belly
free from beer to blame
38 year old frame
six feet five inches
hides 300 pounds
along with two or three x’s
depending on the brand
and bran
and counting
longing for that ole ****** sheik
that only came with ******
and emaciation
information avalanche out of control
living with bread addiction
sounds silly after melting crack with vinegar
pop can spoon fed
looking at fields of wheat with contempt
longing for enriched flour
status vs station
am I built to die young?
like my fathers before me
extra fat on the organs
can only lead to uncomfortable death
 May 2014 Audrey
Craig Harrison
As I age I struggle to keep my eyes open
From not having a bed time to wishing I could keep to one
From school to work nothing changed
still told what to do just like I was and will always be
Teachers became my bosses and they will become my carers
I'm yet to hit my mid life crisis but I am already questioning my life
Did I make the right choices
did I meet the right people
did I buy the right things
Could I have done more
Fight for what is right, change the world
A powerful mind but with out the powerful job
a leader without anything or anyone to lead
a thinker without anyone to teach
a creator without anything to create
a lover without anyone to love

The world is not your oyster it's your baby
your purpose for life, the thing that makes it worth living
teaching you new things all the time
So beautiful from the moment of birth and only getting better looking with time
Covered with germs that try to attack it and make it weak
but continuing to survive, fighting back with its immune system
needs your protection from people that mean it harm
so you see the world is your baby, your purpose in life

As we age we re-evaluate everything
our decisions our choices  
and at the moment of death we can see what those choices and decisions created
As we age we question

With age we are reborn
A new voice to talk with
new eyes to see things
new ears to hear
all new senses are created when we age, when we question and think

We ask ourselves
Did I make the right choices
did I meet the right people
did I buy the right things
Could I have done more
Fight for what is right, change the world

With age we realise that we are and have
A powerful mind but with out the powerful job
a leader without anything or anyone to lead
a thinker without anyone to teach
a creator without anything to create
a lover without anyone to love

It's not to late, it's never to late
Your powerful mind can change this world
your leadership can lead an army of like minded people
your ability to think can teach those that are not taught
your ability to create can create anything from an abbreviation to a work of art or even create heaven on Earth
your ability to love can save everything and everyone

So to say, a lover without anyone to love
look out your window
look down, look up, look straight out
There is a Universe full of life for you to love

As we age we question everything
we learn new things, see the world differently and hear people correctly
Be more than human
BE GOD
This went a way off target but I hope you liked it

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 May 2014 Audrey
Kvothe
Caffeine
 May 2014 Audrey
Kvothe
You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                  ­                                                         I am coffee,
                                                         ­                        attention always bounding.

Your colour a milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                      ­                                           I am taken black,
                                                          ­                                           bitter cynicism.

Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                   ­                                                      None for me,
                                                             ­             I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
                                                   But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.
 May 2014 Audrey
Blake
Warlords
 May 2014 Audrey
Blake
When the heroes die-
And good men go to war;
Who will swat the flies?
And who will clean their sores?

In the dawn of destruction,
We seek peace in death machines.

In the wake of extinction,
We seek peace in annihilation.

I fear for my children,
And their children as well-
For this generation of men,
It's safe to say they failed.

When the heroes die-
And good men go to war;
Who will swat the flies?
And who will clean their sores?
 May 2014 Audrey
William Crowe II
If you want to be a poet,
just pretend to be depressed.

Drink alcohol, cut yourself, &
pop pills.

Listen to angry music &
wear black every day.

If you dare to smile we will
cut you from the canon!

To be a poet is to be a disciple,
a saddened & sickened disciple.

If you aren't angsty & angry
you cannot be a poet.

Poetry is about sadness
& hate & anger.

Poetry is a way for teenagers
to hate their parents
& get away with it.

Alas, I cannot be a poet;
I believe in Heaven, you see,
or something like it
& enjoy life
immensely.
Yes, this is completely scathing
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