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 Dec 2013 Kp
Camille
Run Fast
 Dec 2013 Kp
Camille
I will walk
And you will follow
Don’t be held back
By your sorrow
Breathe in the future
And breathe out the past
We’ll soon pick up the pace
And then we’ll run fast
 Dec 2013 Kp
kayla morrison
Oh wasted talent, neglected excellence,
how you enter the light every day, always leaving a black abyss
full of attitude, and rude remarks, offensive words that sting
long after you’ve crept back into your world of tenebrous isolation
we feel the effects, like a wave of negativity

you position yourself south of everyone comfortably north
repelling love, and understanding, but you’re not lonely
No you’ve found the ultimate alternative,
An imitation reality, like McDonald’s food,
Never quite  able to equal greatness, nothing worth praise, almost a waste
A great façade, a fake

Your glossy eyes and lethargic mannerisms tell all
Higher than life, Psh you don’t need us!

But don’t you know? Weren’t you told?
There’s a better way to get high,
why not… … take a drag of the cigarette of friendship,
or a hit of creativity?
These things will far surpass the boundaries of ecstasy

But no,
you sit
and you sleep
senses dulled
eyes glued shut
you reside complacent in a prison to which only you hold the key!

Don’t you know the greatness you could be?
I do because I can see, past the cloudy eyes,
beyond the stinging comments,
I can see the successful well educated man you continually refuse to be.

It hurts and pains me every day getting up from my seat taking the world away,
and on the desk where you used to sit,
is a pile of class work and lessons, that you call *******.

stop now, before the poison penetrates too deep,
save the dying man,
the long list of what you could be
times are tough and temptation is hard to fight,
just remember that salvation is close and it is in sight,
Ask for help and you shall receive,
let in the light and shut out the fog,
not one inky hint should remain,
time is running low, and faith is hard to find….
just once, sincerely try to open your eyes,
take advantage of the time that you have left
because when this years over,
it will be time well spent.
Since you've disappeared,  
I feel your name—  
the way people say  
each letter.

I feel the reverberations.  
Four small letters—arranged in a way  
that makes my ears singe  
with loneliness.

One small word and I come undone  
like the pale plastic buttons of  
your white Oxford shirt  
between my fingers  
when we were together  
after long days.

I slip through
the holes and hang  
by threads  
remembering your cinnamon spice skin,
your dark, *** brown eyes and your  
smoke musk scent.

I feel your name and  
I come apart  
at the seams.
 Nov 2013 Kp
Charlotte Burgess
I have something sweet to tell you-
But the secret you must keep-
And remember if it isn’t right,
I’m talking in my sleep.

For I know I am but dreaming
When I think your love is mine,
And I know they are but seeming
All the hopes that round me shine.

So remember when I tell you
What I can no longer keep;
We are none of us responsible
For what we may say in sleep.

My pretty secret’s coming,
Oh! listen with your heart;
Then you shall hear it humming
So close it will make you start.

Oh! Shut your eyes so earnest,
For mine will wildly weep;
I love you, I adore you- but
I am walking in my sleep.

— The End —