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 Apr 2013 hello
Delaney
What a day.
 Apr 2013 hello
Delaney
How dare you.
You are full of lies.
Pretending that you love her because it's
"that day"
And people have
"expectations"
of you.
It's insulting that you could possibly think you are fooling anybody.
Anyone could see through the cheap candy and drugstore card.
You're only pretending.
 Apr 2013 hello
Lily
when i was a kid
i used to sneak up
to her room

and listen to her,
crying
and i memorized
the sound of her cry.

when i was a kid
i used to sneak up
to their room

and listen to them,
fighting
and i memorized
all the words.

i write poems now.
April 30, 2013. Not capitalizing the "i" - tried Lucille Clifton's style. I now know why she didn't like to capitalize.
 Apr 2013 hello
CRH
Life pushed hard.
You shoved
that **** right back.

Your fire
has always burned brighter.
Be proud of that.
Happy 10w Tuesday!

Yesterday was one of my best days so far as an educator.  I got to accompany one of my favorite students, who when we met two years ago was not even sure she would graduate high school, to her college orientation.  She has been technically homeless for almost a year and been through some serious **** but it never even slowed her down.  I could not be more proud!
 Apr 2013 hello
Marian
Salty breezes blow
The lullaby of the waves
Palm trees dance and waltz

*~Marian~
 Apr 2013 hello
Rachel Mary
and sometimes
you find yourself
sitting alone
with nowhere
to go
and you smile
for the bitter feeling
of having no use
numbs you
and makes you feel
beautifully
*insane
 Apr 2013 hello
Delaney
Sometimes, when it feels like I am drowning in my problems,
I wish I was five again.
So I could just hug my teddy bear and all of my problems would disappear.
Like magic.
 Apr 2013 hello
Tori Gadney
Sometimes I feel like I'm falling apart,
Like the skin on my bones is degrading
To a nothingness I can't quite seem to
Understand, some sort of abstract art
Too intricate for me to grasp the concept
Of as I look down and all I see is decaying
flesh of what used to be me at the start.
No new cells to replace the old and all
I am becoming is a ghost of a girl who
Tried to be more than just her heart.
An echo of a child who didn't know the
Difference between love and *** as she
Gave herself up to the boy who was smart
And caring yet love was never on his
Mind and he used her like she was some
Product you could find in any Walmart.
And I am an echo of a girl I used to be
As I look down to my hands to see
Rotting body and sometimes
I think I've been ripped apart.
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