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 Feb 2015 Kay
Jared Steele
To the kid that no one sits with at lunch
To the kid that has no friends
To the kid that can't feel love
To the kid that forgot how to smile
To the kid whose parents say "why'd I have to have one like this?"

To the kid who has to inflict pain to know they're still alive
To the kid who's in an endless cycle of depression
To the kid who has funky colored hair
To the kid who has no hair
To the kid that gets battered and bruised for who they are

To the kid that yearns for attention they never get
To the kid that can't think straight
To the kid that isn't straight
To the kid that can't feel what life should be

Depression. That's all you feel
You can no longer tell what's fake and what's real
And the voices in your head-the real you is what they conceal
They tell you to pick up that knife
That's what'll make it better
So you bleed and you scream
and you plead and you try to deem
What's right and what's wrong
But in the end, is anything really....right?

Put down the knife and think back....
You're here for a reason
And no matter what that reason may be, you serve a purpose
If you think long enough, that image might start to surface
You're here for a reason...
this one's for all the kids who aren't normal
 Feb 2015 Kay
sweatshop jam
these are the words they etch on your skin,
sentimental. selfish. too loud.
this is the legacy you leave behind,
vicious. violent. too proud.

this is all you try to be,
stronger. better. more.
while they stand and watch and turn their backs
as you crash and burn and fall.

but stand just a little straighter,
hold your head up high, my love,
you never had to be perfect,
or more than they deserved.

the due you owe for your place on this earth?
no silver. no gold. no fee.
nor is it for you to be flawless, faultless.
but simply just to be.
 Feb 2015 Kay
jeffrey robin
Tiny child


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Tiny child
Lost upon the road

Will you take her by the hand ?

Will you take her home ?

///

WE ARE MORE LOST THAN SHE IS !

SHE STILL HAS HER PURITY

//

Still
We are human

We want to take her by the hand

We want to take her home

//

We are the human

Little child on the road

We take each other by the hand

And go home
 Feb 2015 Kay
Francie Lynch
One mustn't read
Poetry;
One must listen
And expeience
Poetry.
 Feb 2015 Kay
Carl Joseph Roberts
TRUE RELIGION

If you must **** for your religion
Then your religion is not true
For the true God showed compassion
And he died for me and you

No true religion will require
That you take somebodys life
You cannot force them to believe
When they don't think the way you like

A true religion sees no difference
In those who will believe
Men and women stand together
And as equals they are seen

The choice it must be given
For a religion to be true
It is only God from up above
Who in the end can then judge you

If you must **** for your religion
Then your religion is not true
For the true God showed compassion
And he died for me and you


Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts**

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In response to the Killing of 21 Christian Egyptians by ISIS. Killed for no other reason then being Christian and not believing the same as another. Christianity wants you to teach the word, speak the word but it does not require you to **** if the other will not listen. In Christianity Jesus gave his life for us so we would not need to give our life. Jesus gives each person the choice to believe or not but does not want you killed if at first you do not hear the word. Jesus continues to place himself in lives for as long as needed in the hope that his light is seen. No torture,  no death, just love.
 Feb 2015 Kay
Kimberly Rose
Like smoke in my lungs, it is an acquired taste that I could not bring myself to quit. And now that I have, the flavor is unprecedentedly toxic.
2. Your name is merely a catalyst to my relapse. You turned your head away from it then, and I know you will turn your head away from it now.
3. To hear that beautiful arrangement of letters coming from my own lips only reminds me of the genuine smile on your face that you can only have when I am gone. And every time it makes me wonder if I truly mean it when I say I am happy for you.
4. I cannot reconcile what is with what could have been. Maybe if I was still yours and you were still mine, it would be endearing to say your name.
5. When it's 4 am and I am falling apart in my half empty bed, I cannot find the breath to utter your name between sobs.
6. I have spent too much time pretending that your absence has had no affect on me that I have not yet grieved. But, I could never pity myself without shouting your name into an empty void.
7. Maybe I am only idealizing you, but his name left a bitter taste and I have been craving yours on my lips.
8. I cannot say your name because I know that if you were to turn your head in recognition, I'd get lost in those blue eyes and fall for you all over again.
9. There is no logic behind how I inherited the right to say your name. Since you have left, this complacency is eating me alive and I am only left to wonder why someone so beautiful would have ever touched a soul like mine.
10. I cannot speak of your name any longer because it is no longer my privilege. It is hers to say now.
 Feb 2015 Kay
berry
types of boys
 Feb 2015 Kay
berry
torn jeans
dimples
station wagons
shifting eyebrows
eager hands

wry smiles
chapped lips
cheap beer
deep-set eyes
pirated music

hates his birthday
stoplight-kisses
star-gazing in cornfields
****** knuckles
broken minds

lanky limbs
poetry books
scruffy faces
jet-black coffee
calloused hands that still feel soft

adventurer's heart
jumping fences
midnight tokes
always gives you hickeys
always opens your door

worn sneakers
chewed pen caps
late for work
old windbreakers
dirt under his fingernails

omniscient smirks
expensive cologne
good intentions -
but is bad with goodbyes
hates himself for making you cry

broken cigarettes
aviator shades at night
a perpetually furrowed brow
and a laugh that sounds like autumn leaves as they crunch beneath your feet

m.f.
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