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 Nov 2013 B
Elizabeth Ann
Hello Mr. Stranger
I think I'm in love...

With that smile
Those freckles
That look in your eyes
You're happy
You're cute
And you look good in ties
You're a faraway stranger
We've never talked once
But when you walk by
My heart skips a bounce
My cheeks turn to blush
When I think of your name
I know you not at all
But like you just the same...

Oh, Mr. Stranger,
I swear I'm no liar
It's only your voice
And your hand I desire
Kaity, if you read this, I'm so sorry. Haha!
 Nov 2013 B
Charlotte
It started out with one
"I love you," said he.
She said, "I love you, too.
It'll always be you and me."

And yet, as often is the case
He was soon on his way
Out the door, he left her
Once there was nothing left to take.

It took awhile for the second
To convince her to let him in
And she was right to worry
Since he left right after, fin.

It soon turned into three
'Cause that's when she stopped believing
She let him in, saying, screaming--
"Oh, please, just stop my grieving."

But that was too much pressure
And he was ill-equipped
To deal with such a girl
So sad, alone, and whipped.

So three faded into four
But he was nothing but mean
He did not love her, not one bit
And the things he did, obscene.

Five tried to save her
Oh yes, he truly tried
But she was much too broken
And sadly, their love died

Six is the devil's number
And there's a good reason why
He used her face as a cutting board,
Now she can't look him in the eye.

Seven could have been her everything
He was her greatest maybe
But neither of them were ready,
Torn apart by an unborn baby

Eight was a late night mistake
Fueled by drunken lust
Though in the morning, she denied it,
He was her needful, solid must.

Eight told nine about her
And he was rather struck
Nine was one of those guys,
The ones who only want to ****

And though she told him no
He simply didn't care
She was quiet, she was still
She pretended she wasn't there.

Ten came rushing in
He saw her eyes and scars
And he said, "There is no yours or mine,
There is only ours."

But she wasn't ready
And their love began to falter
By the time she wore her dress of white
She was fleeing from the altar

But eleven understood her past
She told him more each night
And he promised to be there
And help her put things right.

He waited patiently every day
For her to settle in
For her to remember who she was
Before she attempted to love him.

She remembered back to the days before
The days of one through ten
She realized there was more to her
Than to be an object of men

She started painting every day
She started baking pies
And in the process of filling up her world
She opened up her eyes.

She started to believe in herself
She managed to look in the mirror
She knew that she was worth something
And she stopped living in fear.

Eleven waited patiently
He held her hand when she cried
And she helped him with his demons, too.
She called him out when he lied

Their life together was not perfect
Love never really is
But it was something completely new
It was both hers and his

She never forgot about her demons
But she discovered she could forgive
She could make amends with her past
She could fight her sadness, she could live.

She kissed him softly every night
And he held her close each day
Their story is the living proof
That everything will be okay.
 Nov 2013 B
Amanda In Scarlet
We would have had a glitterball life,
All excess and adoration,
Caffeine and *******.
We would have had filthy, frantic ***
And stayed up all night
Talking, dancing, drinking, laughing,
We would have burned each other out
And pulled each other apart.
You would have drowned in Jack Daniels,
I would have lost my mind
It didn't happen
We saw sense
And ended it, amicably, exactly when we should have done.
I hope you found a calm and practical girl
To pull you into line,
I hope you are happy,
I hope you are okay.
 Nov 2013 B
Amanda In Scarlet
Have you received
All my invisible messages to you?
And are you
About to reply?
I took your phantom phone calls
And collected all the non-existent letters from the post office
Tied them with heartstrings
And stored them inside me
For a more convenient moment,
One where I can cry at length, and undisturbed
At what I know you will disclose.
 Nov 2013 B
Molly Hughes
Brave
 Nov 2013 B
Molly Hughes
I wish I could be brave.
The dragon leers it's angry head,
throwing flames so hot they peel paint,
scorch my heart,
and yet instead of donning my helmet and vanquishing the beast,
I clamber at it,
clumsily,
my armor too big,
my sword a child's toy.
Can it really be as hard,
as my quivering knees tell me it is?
In the movies,
the beast is defeated effortlessly by the lockers in school corridors.
"Hey, I've seen you around, fancy doing something sometime?"
But this is not the movies.
I ask the question
"What's the worst that can happen?"
but the visual replies that flicker through my mind are so unbearable,
I shut them off.
Instead, I stay mute.
I live a thousand lives,
a thousand moments,
with all the different dragons I encounter,
but the coldness I feel when the dragon and his flames have gone,
tell me I've missed my chance again.
I have a voice.
I can speak.
So why do the words elude me?
Just as I go to stutter something out,
my tongue a diving board of could be's,
the dragon roars
and warms my cheeks red,
my hands clammy.
Perhaps I first need to
love myself
before I can offer my being,
and my love,
to another.
But then again,
don't these sick,
twisted dragons enjoy
a girl with insecurities?
Instead,
I best stay silent.
Instead,
I best first conquer the beast within me.
 Nov 2013 B
Tyler Brooks
Breathe
 Nov 2013 B
Tyler Brooks
Inhale and hold
The breath of this earth,
It carries another’s life to yours,
Holding what were once words deep in someone’s lungs,
Air traveling across mountains, oceans, cities,
Giving life to trees to people to trees,
Feel the essence of another,
Think about who had this breath last,
Exhale.
Night of forgotten poems
 Nov 2013 B
Jake Stewart
Insomnia
 Nov 2013 B
Jake Stewart
As I fade, into this night of broken dreams,
I envision our souls repleted in heavenly wisdom,
devoid of hate, for you I feign.
And though I dream, I lie awake,
alone with each breath I nervously take.
Oh! How I wish you could see,
the changes you have made of me.
For surely you would know that our love,
was never once a game to me.
 Nov 2013 B
Dorothy A
I know why Vincent Van Gogh Cut off his own ear

We are a mad bunch, you see
Poets and painters and playwrights
On the prowl for something to
jump start our perpetual yearnings,
our keen senses and cravings,
on the quest for so much more
than the status quo,
of merely checking off just another day
from our calendars

We are those kinds of people
Who wish to reinvent the world
Often cursing at our failings and insecurites
While obsessively working to shape and sculpt
our view of this planet
To fit our own brand of imagination
To satisfy our starving hopes
and desperate dreams
To foster vivid visions
from the views that are vague  
And to wipe away
The nightmares of old
that cry out in us

We believe in make-believe
We who are misfits to "normalcy"
We rarely seem to fit into
The "real world"
Yet we know that this world is
Pure insanity
Stark madness
Sheer perplexion
Yet we are the ones
suffering for the sake
of our art
Often misunderstood
Many times branded as "weirdos"

I can understand the pain
Of not getting my art right
Of not seeing its worth
Because someone sniffed at it
Or scoffed at it
Or blindly passed it by
Many times, we want to break through
And join the world of our works of art
But we can't
We're stuck in the middle of its beauty
And nothingness

Yes
I know why Vincent Van Gogh cut off his own ear
 Nov 2013 B
J
You Live in My Mind
 Nov 2013 B
J
You live in my mind
You never leave
If only to give, and never to receive
Why then must I constantly seek
Your face in every place
hoping for just a peak
How can one half move on so free
I wish that one half wasn’t you, I wish it were me
To be free from the bars you’ve prisoned me in
Nothing but the darkness of my thoughts to satisfy the sin
I envy how you can simply walk away, fine
If only I occupied your mind as much as you do mine
Is it our curse, will we always care more
Or is it just me, lost wondering what it is I’m looking for
Time will pass as it already has
And still I won’t heal as you certainly have
I pray, I wish for my own sanity
That as you occasionally catch a glimpse of me
You wonder the what if’s – what could have been
A flash of regret, some yearning again.
Wishful thinking, as always I will tell myself again
Just as I wish I could undo what I did.
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