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 Oct 2012 A Allen
amt
Not knowing
 Oct 2012 A Allen
amt
I like you.
Or at least I like who I am when I'm with you.
When I look into your eyes,
I'm on a different planet.
I've always liked you...
Even before everyone else did.
I still do...
And I don't know if its worse if you know,
Or worse if you don't.
 Aug 2012 A Allen
Andy Cave
The sadness slowly tears him apart,
it drives him insane, it shatters his heart.
He just wants so bad to forget his past,
but he cannot forget so forever it lasts.
He wishes so badly that the memories would end,
and that he had chosen much better friends.
 Nov 2011 A Allen
Kingafroninjaa
Even in the darkest of the night,
I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine.  
We can barely see what's in front of us,
But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other.
I'll let you guide my body into the night.
The darkness brings us together.
The darkness holds no fear.
The darkness conceals all flaws.
As the sun begins to slowly creep against the horizon,
He quietly leaves the sanctuary of her heart.
As the seconds of the morning sun ticks by,
He gradually becomes nothing but a dream of her imagination.
The light grasps the truth.
The light enhances the shame.
The light shows the scars.
I can still feel your warmth tingling against my skin.
It's time to wake up.
 Oct 2011 A Allen
Kristi Brantley
the music.. the music
oh dear father the sonnet that you've made.
how little this sound from my memory fades.
the music of footsteps walking rapidly to the door,
and the sound of a weeping mother's heart, falling fast to the floor.
the music of your engine, as it purred violently to life,
the music of a little girl watching, and hearing much too precise.
after the music devolved and the little girl was tucked to bed,
the sonnet lived on much quietly, in the chambers of her head.

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