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 Aug 2013 Morgan
AJ
I think one of the saddest feelings in the world,
Is when the house you spent your whole life in,
The house you took your first steps in,
The house you grew up in from age 0 to now,
No longer feels like yours.
Your room feels like a hotel room.
And you could never fall asleep in any other bed,
But this bed no longer feels like yours.
And you have to get out,
And you know when you're getting out,
And it doesn't seem fast enough,
But you don't want to leave.
You grew up and SOMEHOW
Became an adult while no one was watching,
But you weren't watching either.
And no one was recording it.
And you're not too certain when the exact moment was.
But suddenly you see the world isn't outside the walls of your town.
The world is your town,
And the rest of the world is actually the universe,
And the universe is actually just a town.
And that is terrifying.
"A girl with a bird she found in the snow
Then flew up her gown and that's how she knows
If God made her eyes for crying at birth
Then left the ground to circle the earth."
 Aug 2013 Morgan
Aaron Reisinger
You are the cigarette I smoke,
After the needle finds my vein.
The comfort in sleep so profound,
I thought I'd never awake again.
 Aug 2013 Morgan
Michael W Noland
And I'd go

Where the rain pools
Pools in the center of the room

Where the light flickers
Left only to assume
The worst

I'd go there

Amongst the
Jagged glass
Dispersed
And Out

With the broken pieces
Strewn about

I'd go under the
Lurching light
Swinging over
And around

Back and forth
Up and down

I'd go now

Into its pulse of lurking
In the swerving dark

I would go
Just to go
To the window

Stand there

And look out
I have never seen someone so broken
until I looked in the mirror tonight.
After spending an hour driving
a hundred miles per hour in my car.
Up and down the free ways,
crying so hard, I couldn't even see.
I hate the way you make me,
storming out of the house,
calling me every name in the book.
Grabbing your keys,
car scraping across the pavement as you drive off.
Are you crazy??
You could have killed someone,
or gotten killed yourself.
I could have been killed..

I wanted to be

I spent the whole time fantasizing
about slamming my car into the guard rail.
Or blowing a red light.
I fantasized about you sobering up,
and realizing that you're the one that killed me.
I wanted you to feel pain.
Pain like you've caused me.
Because you died.
About a year ago.
I don't even know who you are anymore.
All I know,
is that you cause me pain.
 Aug 2013 Morgan
Brittney Anne
Her.
 Aug 2013 Morgan
Brittney Anne
Those long summer
night we spent
hiding in the sheets
smoking cigarettes
until our throats
would bleed

We spoke of old lovers
and past
memories
the memories we have
become quite fond
of

Telling our deepest
secrets and sharing things
we've never spoke of to
another
afterwards crossing
pinkies , promising to
never tell

It's not the first
time we've made
love
but from the look in
your green-hazel
eyes
you wouldnt call this
'making love'
now would you?

I've grown quite
fond of
you but I
wouldn't call this
skinny love because i
know when we are
making love she
is the one you wish
I was

and I suppose
you could say this
isn't right
but if you were me
then you would
understand I would
rather have you pretend
I am her then
nothing
at all.
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