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 May 2014 Hayleigh
tian
I am the boy
Standing in the rain
Wishing they understood

I am the teen
Who thinks he knows it all
And wishing that he could

I am the cutter
With the blade at my skin
Wishing the pain could subside

I am the friend
With all the advice
Wishing to live life

I am the heartbreaker
With the guilt on my shoulder
Wishing she was here to hold me

I am the
The boy,
The teen,
The cutter,
The friend,
The heart-breaker,
Wishing, wanting
To be set free
This is an old poem of mine
 May 2014 Hayleigh
Marquis Hardy
It was just a normal day that we happened to be together. Your hand in mine; us side by side and then you broke away. You broke away to stare at something from far away so it wouldn't be self conscious of you peering into its soul. You stood there looking so intently at something I couldn't
see. I couldn't see what you perceived for I couldn't believe that there was something you saw that I couldn't conceive. So I stopped...I smiled and I took a picture. I took this picture of you staring in the distance with this half acquired smile... a moment in time that I would be sure to keep with me forever. The moment penetrated my soul ever so deeply that I decided to keep the picture somewhere it could affect even the ground I walk on. I keep the picture in my sole.... In the sole of my shoe so no matter where I go I'm walking with you.
 May 2014 Hayleigh
lost girl
Deal
 May 2014 Hayleigh
lost girl
If I didn't write
I wouldn't be able to keep sane
'Cause, then there would be no way to deal with the pain.

(a.d)
 May 2014 Hayleigh
Raj Arumugam
my wife’s always late
so I wailed: “Hurry up, dear
or it'll be light...
You know, the early ghost
catches the faint-hearted”


“Hang on,” she howled
(I’d died on the rope, you see)
“just my finishing touches
with my mas-scare
and a bit more of my scare spray”

and then she floated out
into the dying room
(we don’t have living rooms, you understand)
looking just *boo-tiful
2nd poem in a series of poems about ghosts, spirits, ghouls and such...
 May 2014 Hayleigh
Katie Raine
I wrote your name in the clouds,
     But, the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
     But, the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
     And forever it will stay.
I have no words for so many things.

when god's brush slips from his hand
his colors splatter over the sky
the joy it brings in an autumn morn
as swims gaily white rafts on blue ocean
I find no words

for then my emotions
leave me for the kingdom of mountains
of many shapes and faces
landing only when
the sweet waft of jasmine
reminds of the anchor on this shore
where my root drinks soil's nectar
when filled to the brim
rests in melancholic dream
under homing bird sky
for a home
away from this home!
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