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 Feb 2015 Amy
Kristen
Confessions.
 Feb 2015 Amy
Kristen
Confessions don't really matter
- why?
For I am just a cloud of elements
That happened to fall together
I am, the vast majority of me,
just empty space.
And yet I claim to have a Soul
and I have the Audacity
To give that soul a Name
and call it as though it Means Something
And I claim to have a Mind
and I have the Audacity
To act as though it Matters.

My words mean Nothing,
In the grand scheme of things.
So my confessions Shouldn't matter.

And yet... I speak--
 Aug 2014 Amy
Ricardo Orozco
Imagination
is the prime suspect
of my sheer insanity
 Jun 2014 Amy
Steven Bowen
Gathered in a cluster of mixed emotions,
The distribution takes place.
Expecting many rejections and commotions,
But there are none we have to face.

Duvets and quilts offer solid protection,
Taken from advice on a Web.
The spider bites and leaves infection,
Curiosity leads us to the next step.

Smiles are performed in front of nervous twitches,
Either the sky is the limit or we sink down in ditches.

Fingers communicate with the tongue,
Placing a black square on a chessboard.
No one can tell, it’s invisible fun,
Absorbing an awful chemical horde.

A metallic sting runs fluently through the gums,
Eating a sour grape with a polished fork.
Dreams of orange, pineapple and plum,
A sweet taste would help me talk.

We stay static, settled and silent,
Before our minds become visceral and vibrant.
 Jun 2014 Amy
Margaret
Please, Let me know When
You actually listen
To the band you wear.
A girl was wearing a Nirvana shirt at school, so naturally I got excited, and I tried to talk to her about Nirvana. She had no idea what  I was saying about Kurt Cobain. She was just a poser, pretending to listen to music that was *Cool*.

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