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 Jun 2015 Maddie
ThePoet
I spent
my life
designing a
border,
between myself
and the
world of
disorder
But the
border was
breached by
a world
so sick,
with hearts
of stone
and minds
of brick

©
 Jun 2015 Maddie
IcySky
Storm
 Jun 2015 Maddie
IcySky
I watch out the window
as the rain pours down,
watching as the droplets
roll down the glass...

I see a flash in the distance,
lightning not to far away,
followed by a loud crash,
thunder on it's way.

The storm coming closer,
as I lay down in my bed.
Thinking what it'd be like,
easier done, then said...

Of what it would be like,
to be a rain drop.
Who lives again,
and again.

Of what it'd be like,
to be a lightning flash.
To touch down to the ground,
and light up the sky.

Of what it'd be like,
to be a clap of thunder,
As small as a yawn,
or as big as a roar.

Of what it's be like,
to be a rainbow.
After the storm is gone,
to be something beautiful.

I wonder what it'd be like
to be apart of a storm,
from something harsh,
into something sweet.

But all I can do is wonder,
and listen to the skies,
for something amazing
to happen.
 Jun 2015 Maddie
Nicole Dawn
Maybe
 Jun 2015 Maddie
Nicole Dawn
Maybe if I'm strong enough
I'll break away
From this world

Maybe if I'm thin enough
I'll slip through the cracks
And be free

Maybe if I cut enough
I'll bleed the bad out
And be happy for once

Maybe if I try enough
It will actually be okay
Not fake like now

Maybe if I cry enough
I'll make an ocean of tears
And swim away

*Maybe
Maybe....
 Jun 2015 Maddie
curlygirl
he asked
"what are you afraid of?"
and broke when
i said
"the way i could love you."
 Jun 2015 Maddie
luci sunbird
I was rocking
back and forth,
up there in the tree
that hung its branches
right over the wishing well,
in the backyard
of this old abandoned home

I was thinking
of a time,
when it was just me,
I was alone

I had hopes and dreams,
of a bigger brighter moon
that I could reach for,
and achieve all that could be

And then I fell
from that tree,
I broke what hope I had,
I laid there for a while
as the breeze
took over the leaves

The sky clouded over
and it began to drizzle,
all over the flowers
that were next to me

They appeared as though,
they were writhing with pleasure
for the rain was helping them grow

The beauty,
and the stillness
back there beneath the trees
was wondrous,
the chilling calmness
wrapped around me
like a warm fire
on a fall evening

It was always hard
to leave that place behind

The world is so full of
the constant need for contact,
the tempting screens
showing us what we should be

It sickens me at times
when I want peace,
but the distractions consume me

The times I spent in that tree,
helped me to see what truly matters
in this life,
and it's not the comfort of the tv screen,
it's not the blaring of the radio,
it's not the brand names of useless things
it's not any of those things

Life is continuously growing around us,
and what are we doing,
but losing life in front of a screen,
forgetting what it all means
 Jun 2015 Maddie
Ron Gavalik
Saturday sidewalks are filled by the youthful,
the boys with young muscles and hard heads,
the girls with soft skin under short skirts.
They wander sidewalks in search of escape.
Each of them dance with lust,
drink hard,
and inject madness
into their veins.

On Sunday mornings,
after the splendor of uninhibited release,
the young weep in regret of poor choices,
their air saturated in reality.

Sidewalks then belong to the wise
who wake from a good rest.
These men and women drink roasted coffee,
reflect on a transcendent spirituality,
read great poetry,
and meet friends to discuss
the roots of democracy.

Every year, the unchanging concrete slabs
of sidewalks appear slightly different.
They reflect our perspectives.
Sidewalks that once led to freedom,
now lead to enlightenment.
In future years,
these same sidewalks
will lead to rest.
Just a thought.
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