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 Aug 2014 Andrew Kerklaan
Yvette
I pick it like a scab.
Its ugly and itching,
Unwilling to heal without leaving its mark.

Its funny how the past teaches but leaves one tainted.
But funnier how you never have the things you need,
but have all the **** you want.
My hands may have let go,
but my heart didn't.
 Aug 2014 Andrew Kerklaan
a gale
Do you remember the simple times?
No worries, no pain, just simple glories
Of building the tallest and largest building
Just made out of bricks of colorful pieces

Each one sticking to one another
Piling up by color and size
You would put on a smile filled with pride
Whenever you finished every brick
on top another

But what did you do when you left
and came back
then all you’ve built
was broken and gone?

“Don’t cry, child, it was only legos,
time for the real thing now.”
was what you were told.
“This time, child,
don’t make your dreams
out of lego bricks.”

*a. gale
There's something familiar
About the pale sky
And the way the snow falls
Like wishes of past winters
And the way it covers the earth
In a blanket
Of cold, forgotten dreams
An old woman that I've only
Spoken to once or twice
Introduced me to and old man
She told him my name
And then said I was... unusual
She did not say it rudely
And I'm most defiantly positive that
She meant no harm to her opinion of me
But I can't help but wonder why?..
I don't understand
I've been called many things
And I consider myself many things
But unusual..?
Being called that almost sounds foreign to me
I just simply don't understand why I'd be called that?
Maybe I don't know myself as much as I thought...
Or maybe I'm just over thinking
But still I must ask what would make someone think I'm unusual?
 Aug 2014 Andrew Kerklaan
Barbara
I cannot sleep
But as i lay in bed
All i can think about is you
Does that count as dreaming?
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