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  Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
L
Yes, son, this is another letter to you.
I can never find enough words,
so I each letter is a continuation.

--

Dearest John,

Words cannot describe
what you mean to me.
You, your mannerisms, your music...
Everything about your life
kept me
from ending my own.
"Thank you" is an understatement.
You kept me alive
and because of you,
I met the girl
who's captured my heart.
I'm happier than I've ever been
and I have you to thank.

You. Saved. Me...
My life resides
in the grooves of
your first edition albums
stacked on my shelf.
"After all, I'm forever in your debt..."
Happy birthday, John.

**
Leigh
  Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
Silence Screamz
You greeted me with your smile.
You greeted me with your kindness.

I started to really fall for you.

You blinded me with your love.
You blinded me with your care.

I started to really love you.

You pushed me on the bed.
You pushed me against the wall.

I started to really resent you.

You broke my arm once.
You broke my heart many times.

I started to really hurt inside.

You cut me with your words.
You cut me with your fist.

I don't want to bleed no more.
  Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
L
I thought we were done.
You had become a stranger, a figment of my imagination.
But now you're back and you're weakening me.
I can't even find the strength to smile.
My girlfriend asks me to talk, but I can't without bursting into tears.
And for what?
I'm worn from the strain of pretending to be alright.
Step back.
Go bother someone else (but I'd rather you didn't).
Leave me alone.

With disdain,
Leigh
**
  Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
Michael Humbert
Drowning in the oceans of your memory,
Gasping lungs choke
  Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
Danielle Barlow
Last year at this time I would have been wishing you happy birthday,
but in two days it'll be a year since you left us. Left me.
I hope you're happy where you are now,
and know that everyday still feels like the first.
I hope the angels sing to you their beautiful and sad song,
and I hope when you look down you see what you still mean to me.
This poem is bad, but I miss her so much..
  Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
Francisco DH
The wind is talking in clues
And yet saying nothing sensible; nonsense.
The clouds snicker above me
As if they were snickering at me. How rude they think they're perfect.
See that one there! It has a lump and that one there looks, well looks rather odd.
Is that an elephant trunk hanging free? Or perhaps something else hanging low...oh dear. Cloud, have a little decency.
The wind spoke, "Ignore them, they snicker for they know not
what beauty is"
And then the wind spoke once more with breathy blows "your mind must be with the clouds."
"Excuse me"
"You're being bullied by clouds and comforted by wind."
And then it stormed.
The clouds turned to rain
As the rain fell down
The wind blew round
and round
Oh dear...
Have I fell down the rabbit hole?
Again....
Or is this my shot at Emerald city?
A collaboration between Love and myself .
Hope y'all like ^_^
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