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 Feb 2013 Amadeus
Daniel Magner
Sometimes my blood
boils
over the edge
I try so hard
not to lose my temper
but father, you let me down
when I saw mother hit the ground

Sometimes my blood
freezes
in my eyes
I try so hard
not to let it hit my heart
but mother, know its not
your fault

Sometimes my blood
is just normal
and it seems so strange
that's why I run
that's why I boil and freeze
because deep down
I'm not satisfied with


with
me
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Jan 2013 Amadeus
j f
Insomnia Pt. 2
 Jan 2013 Amadeus
j f
Philosophy is recognizing
the simple truths that
lay beside us as we fall asleep
at night
 Jan 2013 Amadeus
Duck
If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.
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 Jan 2013 Amadeus
Megan Grace
my hands are tired from
having no purpose
so why don't you take
the load off and
slip your fingers through
mine
 Jan 2013 Amadeus
Mike Winegar
She plays softly by the moonlight
In mournful solitude surrounded by mist
With the moon listening to the violin's song.
The notes caress the stars at night
As the violin sings with her tenderness.
The night carries the music along.

She comes alone at night to sit by the lake
And pour her heart into the violin's strings.
The violin's voice haunts the nighttime air.
She plays a song of longing that makes her heart break.
Her spirit weeps as her violin sings,
While into the night rises a song of despair.

The moon and the stars lend their ears
As the solitary maiden comes to play
And the mournful notes take flight.
They listen until the sun's greeting nears
And the tune finishes with the birth of the day,
But will be started anew when her violin sings at night.
Copyright 2011, William Michael Winegar
 Jan 2013 Amadeus
Kevin Mann
Wild eyed, dark faced boys.

The kind of children not born,
but pressed from murmurs.

Every morning
on the way to school

I saw them,

just beyond the play yard,
in the woods, smearing

in and out of trees,

slowly, loyally,
collecting the sap

of desire.
 Jan 2013 Amadeus
oh me oh my
I had
drowned in
those ocean currents
they call eyes.

Slipped away,
not a word outspoken.
Strangled with glacier hands,
fingertips of salt and
thunder cottoning my
eardrums.

You wanted to save me,
but I could not tell you
over the salt eroding
my throat,

that you were the one drowning me.

— The End —