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 May 2014 Latiaaa
r
Saweeeet
 May 2014 Latiaaa
r
Reading Harlon's
words about a sweet
bird's song of dreams
of a garden soon grown
is like listening to
the wise old gnome
singing his song about a
sad-eyed lady from the lowlands.

r ~ 5/19/14
 May 2014 Latiaaa
Katelyn
i get so nervous to sleep
unless you are next to me
almost as if i don't trust
my dreams to be without
the comfort of your arms
keeping them safe

you've always had a way
of protecting me even if
we have't truly realized it

thank you
 May 2014 Latiaaa
Joshua Haines
I heard your voice on the radio
Each word transmitting
from your lips
You touch me more than you even know
From my neck to your fingertips

To be under your skin
is where I should have been.
From the start I knew
a little bit of everything
except you.
And to know you
is to know everything.
 May 2014 Latiaaa
r
Oceans
 May 2014 Latiaaa
r
I am here
You are there
Between us
Lies an ocean

A darkening
An overwhelming
A never ending
Hurting pain

If I could take it
Take and drain it
Make it go away
You know I would

Let my arms be your sea
My heart the deepest ocean
Let me drown your sorrow
If only for a little while.

r ~ 5/19/14
 May 2014 Latiaaa
Fish The Pig
Unless I'm crying,
I never spend more than 10 minutes on a poem.
Even then, 10 minutes is quite rare.
I wonder why I'm not a great poet
but that lies simply within my time.
I could write philosophy
and deep words that resonate
and be like the poets I admire,
but you see they all spend time on their poems.
They think it through and have something to say.
I just write,
blindly, quickly, pointlessly.
my poems are simple
and dull,
quick rantings of a messy teenager
with no conviction
or strength
or beliefs
or heart-
just quick words written in a minute
that mean absolutely nothing.

I often wonder what I could do,
should I spend time on a poem,
but I've got no conviction
no dedication
no patience
so I write poems in a minute-
I paint words and frame them
before they've begun to dry
so they drip down across the canvas
and make a mess of themselves
and get jumbled
and end up useless and ugly and dull.

But I keep doing it.
 May 2014 Latiaaa
amrutha
Where there is now wisdom, evil did once reign
Under this celebrated dome, skulls and bones still remain
Close your eyes, into you, find your path through all pain
Wisdom's light will blind you; victory for an eternity will rain.
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