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We have many rivers to cross
Many burdens to bear in this life
Many trials to overcome
We have times in our lives
When it feels like the river
Can get very deep
When it feels we are
Swimming upstream
Just when you think
You have crossed over
There is another river
Waiting for you to wade through
The water can get over our heads
Can drown us until we cant breathe
We have to be willing to cross the rivers
To wade in the waters for a little while longer
Washing up whatever life floats our way
We have to be willing to get a little wet in life
To truly get ourselves clean
Washing away the old you
With a brand new one
As you float along the rivers of life
I have become a slave to the pen
unraveling and consumed by my thoughts
I'm in constant search of a thought worth having
and indulging in
so sick of the junk food crammed in
My mind is swollen and bloated
fizzing and falling flat
So tired of all this loathing...
trying to find away to make the sun shine again
Faint whispers of my soul say I'm creating black holes again
The mind either a tool or a weapon of mass destruction
Every time I visit,
my hallway is the same.
The tiles breathe cold air
through my jeans, and the
bench, now occupied,
gives me a longing look.
I know I am it's favorite.

People hustle by,
busy little critters trying
make it on time for
their next class. Giving
not a second thought,
to the girl with a frozen ****
and bright red hair.

Today my hall is musical.
Filled with the symphony of
fingertips colliding with a key board.
A piece that races on with a sense
of urgency. The player, a girl
with worn black converse.

The door to my favorite class lives here,
in this hallway, with 12 or so other neighbors.
Who's noisy occupants leak
through spaces in the door frames,
and whisper their conversations in my ear.

I'm not sure where
the comfort comes from,
in this hallway where I sit.
Maybe its the assurance that
the tiles, no matter how cold,
will always have a place for me.

Maybe it's that the people shuffling
back and forth, slowly become familiar.
Or maybe it's just because I need
something here to help me feel at home.
Maybe this is just the place I picked to be my safe haven.
A spot of comfort in a campus of confinement.
Third floor hallway in Cherry Hall where my philosophy class is.
I once had a friend who wasn't afraid to be herself
She only listened to her heart and no one else
I loved being with her because she was fun all the time
She told me her joy came from her heart not her mind
I was always afraid so I looked up to this girl
She was my favorite person in this world
The world was her playground that's how she always was
She never paid attention to all the talk and the buzz
The sad truth was she was sick and said to die soon
Yet this didn't affect her as we sat under the moon
I lost my best friend this year but still I am okay
For she taught me to live and love everyday
 Nov 2012 Alicia D Clarke
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 Nov 2012 Alicia D Clarke
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Me in my mirror, mirror 
A ghoulish sight.

Awkward skulk 
'A clay face'
As my nose says 
'A dog snout'
As my eyes would say

Skin like a shelter
For bacterial catacombs
Rising up from under like undead

Screaming inside
I press my face into the right morph
Re-bend the crooked nose
Self-correct the bloated chin
I layer on more clay, then
Mold it again.
Re-mold some more.
Slice some off; 
what am I now?

"Pretty." an ideal voice says 

*******,
My eyes are tired from staring
"They aren't lasers"
I tell myself
"They can't surgically correct you"

And So 
goes another night.
Sighs.
 Nov 2012 Alicia D Clarke
Kyla
I love you* with the intensity of the sun behind dark, gloomy clouds.
He said, his words drip with the dark waters he's treading.
I love you with the intensity of the relentless struggle the ocean has, always returning to kiss the shore one more time.
She said, her lips covered in  crystal grains of sand.
I hate you so much the only reason must be love. They recite together, all meaning lost at sea.
Life whispered in my ear.
It isn’t working out.
I drifted from my own life.
And now it takes itself away.
Lost. Displaced. Forgotten.
Life as I knew it ended.
A short click and we separated.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Forever, life had promised.
Alone. Solitary. Detached.
My purpose gone.
Shattered; pieces uneven.
Only life could comfort me.
But life left me.
Empty. Hollow. Wasted.
Never could it be the same.
It was life or nothing.
My future dismantled.
A disconnected space.
Hurt. Damaged. Broken.
Life will never return.
It told me so.
I wasn’t wanted, loved.
But I had life’s memories.
Torture. Pain. Agony.
Time won’t heal.
For my everything vanished.
Truth turns to lies.
I release to my end.
Misery. Ache. Worry.
I gave life everything.
Life gave back everything.
But life had run its course.
Life whispered in my ear.
You held my shoulders
and took my palms,
and told me -
"Listen."

But I couldn't, because you
misplaced my
dearest friends,
and I was lost.

And my vision began to
vibrate, and the wall began to
blur, and your voice was
distant, when I fell.

And I guess, my head
hit the floor just right.
Because your eyes became wide,
and you reached for the phone.

When you started to dial,
I grabbed your wrist
and said
"No."

Our hearts were beating loudly,
thundering through the wall.
I told you -
"Listen."
It's been a while;
Been a while since we've last talked.
This is harder than I think you think it is,
Having you leave me so distraught.

When I told you that I loved you,
I hope you know it was the truth.
You said it to me as well,
I hope you knew what those words could do.

Just so you know,
I've cried about all of this too.
I've cried for you,
And because....

Well, because of you.

I hope you read what I'm saying,
Because these aren't just random words.
Are you still there?
I'm not yet finished.
Just one last thing,
a few last little words.

Remember when you said goodbye?
You were sitting on the couch.
I was trying to hold back the tears that came,
While halfheartedly staring back at you.

You had this look in your eye,
as if no matter what I could have said,
It wouldn't have gotten through.

I could tell you were done,
we were over with,
we were through.

Hell, I was blindsided;
No doubt about that.
You beat me up
Pretty good,
But all along I knew you'd be good at that,
and all along I prayed
that it wouldn't end that way.

I just wish there was more,
More I could have told you.
Maybe to change your mind.

Maybe so I wouldn't even have to be here tonight.

Crying.

Praying.

Saying, although much too late,

I love you.
Torn from the wallet of the eye- a tear
Shunned for coming as it come
The cathartic shame of soulful slum
A derelict ship of the fleet of composure
A captive buys casket, but what of enclosure?

We fall to the silence of fear
Pile it high and bury it low
Yet still these mice of woes do flow
Over marble pages of black and white
Confirming the captain slipped away in the night
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