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 Apr 2013 Morgan
Bianca E Rangel
I write our names in the sand
Wishing for your happiness
Wherever that may be.

We were only kids
You always played the hero
And I watched, with one hand on my heart

Even when the ocean washed away,
The evidence of us.
I never stopped trying to touch the stars

And have never stopped chasing my dreams.

Even though you don't play hero anymore
I continue to keep my hand over my heart
Praying, to God, to bring you back to me.
 Apr 2013 Morgan
Bianca E Rangel
You're a hero in the sand
And although the waters continue to wash you away
I will never fail to rebuild you
 Apr 2013 Morgan
Renee Ransom
You're gone.
And you took some of me with you.
Not caring that I would never be the same.

Leaving me with the sense of emptiness.
Leaving me incomplete.
Just leaving me in general.

You were my other half.
The person who made me whole.

And now that you're gone..
.....
I'm uneven.
 Apr 2013 Morgan
PoetWhoKnowIt
Yes i can swim
strokes through the sea
but the swordfish is better
much better than me

Yes i can fly
my eager engines burn
nothing to the falcon
simply done, once learned

Yes i can run
toss my legs in front
leisure to the cheetahs
three fold faster on the hunt

Oh but did you know
just how few of these?
When we left the gates
map and guide made me
I sit [and loathe] in church... at least it gives me time to write. :)
Ever since we started talking more,
I have changed.
I cannot think clearly,
I cannot pay attention in class.
I cannot sleep at night.
Food no longer interests me.
My thoughts drift to you.
My heart flutters in my rib cage
At the mention of you.
My pulse quickens whenever
I see you.
Oh my funny friend,
Only you can have this wicked affect on me.
A minute away from you
Is a hellish eternity.
Oh what oh have you done to me?
 Mar 2013 Morgan
Krysta Conklin
I can feel myself slipping again.
Kind of like how you slipped through my fingers.
Numbness is sweeping over my skin.
It makes me cringe..
I don't know what to do
or how to handle this
I hate it.
 Mar 2013 Morgan
Daniel Magner
I can hear the ghost
playing down the hall
with the elevator doors
elevator doors
Open, close, open, close
just like my eyes
I've never felt so close
to the elevator ghost

People pass him every day
on their way to school
on their way to school
They press his buttons
and stand on his floors
open, close, open, close
just like my eyes
just like my eyes
© Daniel Magner 2013

A trimmed version of a new song
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