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 Feb 2017 KieraYale
Ali Qureshi
The more broken you're
the better a poet.
The light that seeps
from those cracks,
what color is it?
I know not!
We know not
and will not know!
Unless you pen it down
for all of us to read.
There are two kinds of people, one thinks there are two kinds of people, one knows people are people.
 Feb 2017 KieraYale
Scott Hamsun
This is no poem,
(Because a poem must be written by a Poet.)
I don't have to tell you that,
You can see it quite clearly,
What I write is ugly,
If my words were alive they would be real trolls,
I don't know...At  least I know what I'm talking about,
That's more than I can say for most of you self proclaimed "poets."
And by the way, who said you could call yourselves that?
 Feb 2017 KieraYale
Mikayla Smith
Lay under the stars with a lover, talking about the meaning of life.
2. Take one risk that may lead to regret, but you’ll at least have a story to tell your children.
3. Fall in love with the wrong person, at least you’ll have learned.
4. Drive along a dirt road after midnight, inhaling the country air and appreciating for just one moment that technology has not yet reached this part of the earth.
5. Go swimming in a lake with nothing but your skin and the sand between your toes.
6. Play your music so loud on a warm summer night that your neighbors scream for you to turn it off.
7. Ride on one upside-down rollercoaster after just eating cotton candy and popcorn.
8. Dye your hair one crazy color and watch it fade, because any color is better than black and white.
9. Stay out until four o’clock in the morning in your friend’s car, hanging your head out of the window and just living.
10. Make memories that will cause a serious case of nostalgia when you’re old and withering from the soft caress of time.
A sort of a bucket list for the soul.
 Feb 2017 KieraYale
Kasey Park
I remember the day I became a boy
From the small little kid I was
That transformation changed my life
For the better or worse
Who knows

It happened on the playground
While playing freeze tag
He grabbed my hand to run
But just a little too tight
And my heart went BADUMP

****** my hand back, froze on the spot
And he stopped running too
"What's wrong" he asked "are you ok?"
I wasn't feeling sick and I could count 1-10
But my heart was all confused

From then on I could never go back
To being some random kid
From now on I was a boy
With feelings, emotions and love
Soon to be a man.
When you have your first crush
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