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 Sep 2013 thinklef
Traveler
Beyond the light our demons bite
Our spirits gather in plasmatic flight
Upon entropy elementals feed
Used up magic, envy and greed

Portals open and bid us within
As we fight to regain our former sins
We are one yet containing all
Such is the force of kinetic law

A resonation of migrating souls
Not even the black stage can hold
Great White lodges, astral planes
Deities appear to rule and reign

Part I
Traveler Tim
04-17
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world
The Master calls a butterfly!
-Chuang Tse-
 Sep 2013 thinklef
Bryce K
Goodbye
 Sep 2013 thinklef
Bryce K
A lone woman crouches at her fiancé's grave.
She sheds a single tear and places a bouquet of red roses,
bound together by a lacey white ribbon.
She tucks a loose strand of her auburn hair behind her ear,
and stands to whisper "Goodbye" and then she departs.

They were together for just over 4 years.
And he never found the courage to propose.
They were madly in love, and envied by all.
You could not separate them, nor would you want to.
Something so pure should never be silenced.

They did everything together, from picking flowers,
to slowly dancing in front of the glowing fireplace.
However, it was the one time they weren't together,
that caused everything to go wrong.

He went out to go Christmas shopping for his one and only,
when the worst blizzard in the last 30 years arrived.
He never called or answered his phone.
He never came back home and was never found.

His damaged truck was the only thing of his to be found.
It broke through the road barriers and crashed into Lake Superior.
She wept and wept and was in constant denial,
and it only grew worse when they found an engagement ring
in the compartments of the dashboard in the truck.

Her parents called, along with his, to try and calm her,but it was to no avail.
That Christmas was by far the worst,and by far the loneliest.
She sobbed and wept harder than ever when she found out she was pregnant.
Now she would have to raise a child by herself that was a constant reminder of him.
Her parents offered to help with the child, but she refused. This was her burden to bear.

The child is now 6 and its been 6 years since his father died.
She takes him with on almost every visit to his fathers grave.
The only time she goes alone is on the anniversary of his death.
Since he was alone at the time, she will be too.
She stands in the snow and whispers "I miss you" then she says "Goodbye".
I am open to any suggestions on how to make this poem better. I feel it could use some work and lots of tweaking. I like it enough to keep it, but I'm 100% sure it needs something else. Maybe it was too cliché? Not sure. Again, I'm open to any suggestions.
 Sep 2013 thinklef
Kendall K
It dawns on me every day,
what if I was different...?
What if I never had dyslexia.
Would my life been better?
It has put so much pain in my life.
It's like a never ending war,
bombs dropping every time I miss spell a word.
I see myself not being bullied if I never had dyslexia.
I struggle like a fish out of water.
I'm afraid of my future.
I get labeled when I read in front of the class.
I'm like a little sailboat in the middle of a storm.
I believe that I would be happier with out it.
But it makes me me and that's what I need to learn.
What dawns on me.
 Sep 2013 thinklef
Morgan
I was brewing coffee in my apartment
alone on a Sunday,
Unfolded laundry mocking me
from the living room floor
& an unread book mocking me from
the kitchen counter
I felt a certain longing
developing around the pit in my stomach
as I stirred cream into the mug you left me
Last time we spoke,
our lives were identical
Just two teenagers
drunk, high, scared & poetic
We could line up the events that lead to this one
And match every single one
Same first love
Same first tragedy
Same friends
Same town
Same worries
But now we see each other
only from a distance
I am older than I was when I had you
You seem to have swallowed the pill
of eternal youth
And I can't make it back to you
I will never be as young as you kept me
I don't miss you
But I miss the way you made me feel
When our lives were aligned
So perfectly
Now the comfort of an other's voice
Is not a sound I can depend on
I am alone
But I'm not lonely
I'm just
Scared
Sometimes
And you're not here
 Sep 2013 thinklef
Morgan
I thought if I swam out
of our stagnant waters,
and let the current carry
me forward you'd feel
inclined to follow

Realizing you weren't going to,
made the water seem a little more violent
and my limbs feel a little heavier
It was painful
I was confused
And scared
But never once did I consider
drifting back into the world we
"lived" in as an option

So
I guess
Maybe...
You were never the reason in the first place
Just, maybe
You weren't the force that kept me
standing still
And maybe
You weren't the force that pushed me
forward
Maybe
You weren't a guiding force at all

Perhaps it's possible
You were never even necessary
Perhaps it's possible
I'm strong enough all on my own

We'll just have to
wait & see
But in the mean time,
*don't wait around for me
We are a sum of all of our choices
Of all our experience and echoing voices
Voices in our head that tell you what to do
Voices outside that are nagging at you
Voices of people who tell you you're wrong
Frustrate you and break you until you're long gone
You're inherently good; you were born to be kind
But society ***** and it changes your mind
You're inherently good; you were born just that way
You were born to be good, you were born to be great
You're inherently good, so lay down your arms
'Cause a baby never did you any harm, did it?
*A baby never did you any harm.
I was talking to my 7th grade teacher (like always) and I brought up the duality of man that my World Studies teacher asked us to think about. My pessimistic eyes always saw that man must be inherently evil, as more good men have evilness than evil men have goodness. He told me to think of a baby. No baby is born evil. Humans are born to be good. It's experience and influence that makes bad people bad. And I thank him for that.

It's a crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy 8th day of school
 Sep 2013 thinklef
Sir B
Why n' How
 Sep 2013 thinklef
Sir B
Why and How...
Am I even in these "advanced" classes
I don't understand
I know I am not up to it
but..
HOW am I still in those "honors" classes

Was it a good idea?
Lost.. losing sanity and my own sense
Help is welcome
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