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 Nov 2014 Autumn
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"baby you're the best
i've ever had,
you are so crazy,
you make me mad,
and when i grab your hand
and intertwine your fingers
with mine,
you'll just look at the moon
and back at me, and you'll
look so devine."
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 Oct 2014 Autumn
A Thomas Hawkins
Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how
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 Oct 2014 Autumn
Breannah Cross
It is easy to imagine
with paper and a pen
It is so easy to pretend
that everything is fine
When you write the endings
  the story is your own
You control it all
there doesn't have to be villains
People of the gruesome kind
you tell the stories inside your mind

By; Breannah Cross
To be alone is not so tragic,
to be alone, and yet at peace is magic
but oh to be alone with you
That my love is magic meant for two,
For in this life are many troubles,
we both have more than just a few
but when I see the love that lies behind your eyes
My troubles fade from view
And my world is born anew.
 Oct 2014 Autumn
Charles Bukowski
the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
 Oct 2014 Autumn
A Fake Name
Don't mind me.
I'm just a spectator,
Posted in the back row,
Watching your every move.

I'm not cheering for either side;
I'm just here for a good time,
I'm new to this game,
This is how I learn.

Me? Perform?
No, my dear, no.
I might make a mistake,
Like the one you just made.
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