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 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
hkr
hope (10w)
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
hkr
i roll
my hope
into a joint
and light
up.
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
marina
kacey tried to ****
herself at thirteen; she cried
when it didn't work.

she didn't try once
more; she was tired of feeling
insignificant
in everything she did.
haiku x 2 + a little more
i'm so sorry your life is so sad, kacey.  really.  you don't deserve what you've been given.
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
amt
Nope
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
amt
Saw him again...
Too awkward to say hi...
Probably doesn't remember...
5 in the morning...
Asleep on the basement floor...
Casually wave...
*Guess not.
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
marina
(you were)
going                        
                  g o i n g            
                                    g o i n g

(and all too suddenly)
gone
an awful kick off to ten-word tuesday
but whatevs
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
Clarisa
Sadly
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
Clarisa
Somedays
You wake up
And cry
Somedays
You wake up
And scream
And then
Somedays
You wake up
And feel
Nothing

These are
The days
I hate
The
Most
I
  ran
        out
               of
                   words
or
     maybe
                  just
                          heart.
© Daniel Magner 2013

Due to the encouragement I have received I may not be done.
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
Tessa F
Why?
 Apr 2013 Abbie Argo
Tessa F
Why we are here.
Why our imagination runs wild.
Why we search.
Why we fall.
Why the moon appears every night.
Why the tides come in.
Why the stars shine.
Why there is a burst of colour at sunset and sunrise.

Things that I didn't understand and could never fathom until I met you.

When the sun sets, the colors are bidding the Earth a goodnight.
When the sun rises, the sky breaks in delight to stream over the horizon and touch all parts of the world.
The stars shine to help lost lovers find their home.
First star to the right and then straight on until morning.
The tides come in to kiss the shoreline, who's beauty the ocean can never resist.
The moon always appears in the sky to give its long distance lover the sun a rest, and become a beacon of hope for all inspired insomniacs.
We fall so that we may be caught, either in the soft caring arms of our sweetheart, or by the forgiving and sturdy ground.
We search not to reach a destination or answer, but to stumble across the perfect partner to share the journey with.
Perhaps our imaginations aren't running wild at all.
I am starting to think that they are the prophets for all things possible, but too wonderful to demand.
We are here for a reason, whether we know it yet or not.

I am here to make the world make sense with you,
Star-crossed lovers until the ends of our days.
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