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 May 2013 Alice Baker
Anna Lee
I heard you say;
"We're like drugs to each other."
constantly craving to be inside the other.

You tore through my veins,
your affect left as quick as it came.
A ****** without another fix.

There is no other high that compares to
the high that was my name breathed from your lips
into mine.
 May 2013 Alice Baker
Teesa
So I'll just sing
To the beat of my steps
As I put some miles between us
And all our unhappiness
 May 2013 Alice Baker
Noel Irion
i know, at times in my past,
i did things when i knew
there existed a consequence
i would not like.

i dont know why, at times in my past,
i did things when i knew
there existed a consequence
i would not like.
 May 2013 Alice Baker
Josh Koepp
Peace will forever hunt my dreams
because i call him every night
and i'm greeted with his answering machine
"Peace is not here, peace is not there"
beep
if i left a message at the tone
i'd get a busy line or hear the operator drone on
but that's getting somewhere right?
peace is never home
it seems
everytime i call war answers the phone
peacefully
he sits by it never leaving it alone
crying in between disappointing phone calls
writing letters
putting pictures on milk cartons
and writing poems
searching for his long lost friend
wondering why
peace never made it home
Somewhere lost
is where i lay.
Words just go away.
 May 2013 Alice Baker
Josh Koepp
belonging to the land of diversity
this Hamline university
has made me realize
how i've diversified
my insides

that tell tale question

WHO AM I

doesn't apply to those who know who they see in the mirror
but from lies, beer or
other kinds of alcohol

we see double or triple or quadruple
and above all
we want to know

which one am i...

because it's pretty hard to tell the difference between
20 of the same faces
all taking up the same place it's

so ******* hard to see one common denominator
when you wish they were all you
and wish it was all true
Once you have believed you are the Messiah
There is nowhere else to go but down.

I've been handcuffed to enough hospital
Bed rails, to know this much is likely true.

George Washington died taking his own pulse.
"Tis' well," he said, before shutting his own eyes.

Tolstoy left his life to follow Jesus, and died at
The train station, chased by and chasing ghosts.

Jesus died an artist, nailed to his canvas, hung
In the thirsty sun to cast a shadow on the world.

Imagine the lunatic pride to believe your own pain
Could pay every debt that ever was or would be.

Remember the genius of an artist with the talent
To see history, end it, and set the future ablaze.
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