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May 2012 Ben

Katrina Wendt

My friend is a shy butterfly.
She doesn't want to come
Out of her cocoon.
She is colorful and beautiful and bright,
But she doesn't want anyone to know.
She stays quiet and tries
To blend in with the plain leaves,
To not draw attention to herself.
Only some people notice the butterfly.
And she lets them, if they're kind.
They are the lucky ones.

2007

May 2012 Ben

The High

May 2012 Ben

Caroline Patterson

The High

Can you see the stars through your dizzy eyes?
Can you feel the high settling down?
I'm out of cough syrup
to keep us up, So realities spinning us off the crown

I must say I crave the smoke
that politely spills from my mouth
The soft cloud that always brings
a lost mind to a metaphorical south.

Give me the mushrooms,
It calls for me in my dreams,
It knows i'm begging for a taste,
A sensation that steals my soul it seems

But my vices aren't my addiction
I swear, They say they're perfectly fine
They're fine as long as I don't take to much
But I fear that I'm losing all my high time

      I'm out of money
That will keep me up
                              So I'm out of strength
Reality's coming on down
     I guess I must come down
                                                                             Or I'll never really be found

May 2012 Ben

The Z Word

May 2012 Ben

Jasmine Blick

The Z Word

Its prom oh what a lovely day
The sun is out in the beautiful month of May

In our dresses we will surely hide
But either way we've got our converse laced and tied

Its amazing most would say
But we stick to the back far away

The "beautiful" people won't see our gaze
They're to caught up in their "perfect" haze

We'll stick to this wall
Hardly seen at all

We'll talk a little
Maybe secretly sing a little..

Either way
No one will see us in this decently lit hide away

Everything's fine...

Then..

All the lights die...

I reach for your hand
Frozen there you stand

My hand almost makes it
Then something else takes it...

You whisper still shocked
For you have a fear of the dark (everyone used to mock)

"Yo-ou th-he-ere?
Ca-an't you-you se-ee I-I-'m scared?"

The lights slowly begin to dim up to bright..
Still our little spot has little light

You see I'm no longer at your side
Then you look down to your right side

"Red?"
You question, "oh no she's dead!?!"

You decide to follow the trail of blood
You hope so badly your tears won't flood

You hope I'm okay
Call it a joke if you may

Then you find me...

Sprawled out on the floor
You swing open the blood covered door

"She's still alive...thank god"
You say kind of odd

You pull me into you arms
You see my wound....it flips your alarms

You grip me oh so tight
You hope I will live at least one more night

When my grasp gives out

And my eyes roll back
The room goes once again black

Clutching my corpse wishing to live
Maybe hoping you have some life left to give

I make a huge gasp
And pull away from your grasp

I no longer bleed
But its your flesh I seem to need

You wrap your blood covered arms around me

I try so hard not to devour you
I must tell you its all I can do

I push you off and slide into the dark
"I'm sorry dear I just don't want to leave my mark"

"What mark?
Why must you hide in the dark"

You panic to say

"Its simple my dear
I've become infected I fear"

"With what I don't mind but-"

I interrupt your words

"No...its the Z
The Z Word you see"

"Its okay...I'm not afraid.."

You hug me anyway
I can't bite you but I can't pull away

Your flesh...

It smells so delicious

Then you beg me To give you the Z

I scream "NEVER!!"
"But I want to live with you forever.."

You give the eyes
The ones that make me blurt out my deepest cries

"Fine" I mumble fearful
Suddenly your not so careful

You close your eyes "Make it quick"
"Honey you do know its not like a little pin *****?"

You slightly nod..putting your head in my hands..
I don't think I can fulfil your demands

I close my eyes anyway
I take a wiff of your flesh straight away

Your only one bite away
One tear drops as I try not to run the other way

I open a wide

I take a little bite...

I can't stand the feeling

I spit your flesh out..

You heave yourself into my arms
You give me that smile that always charms

Then suddenly you die
Even infected me..well I cry..

You pull away from my arms

"I feel better then ever
What do you say we destroy this prom together?"

With our dresses torn and tattered
And our laced converse blood splattered

We **** our heads
And hope to tare this stupid prom to shreds

Next thing we know we're full as can be
The she sets the school into flames (not me)

We sneak away thinking happily
Prom really hadn't ended so badly...

I dedicate this to my bestest friend Kristany ^.^
A. K. A. My zombie loving converse addict of a blood sister:)

May 2012 Ben

It's Raining, Angel Tears.

May 2012 Ben

Sacrelicious

It's Raining, Angel Tears.

&
When
that
door,
finally
opens up.
In a
loud
thunderous
applause.

From
up,
up- up
and away
from here.

It's going to
rain,
rain,
rain.
Until
all the pain is
washed away.

After all;
raindrops
are just
tears from
all the
people
who have left
everyone behind.
To
become angels.

You know,
the ones
we miss
the most.

I think,
that when it rains,
the angels
are just
sayin'
that they
miss us too.

May 2012 Ben

I wish I had been aborted

May 2012 Ben

Odi

I wish I had been aborted

The ground has grown weary
Of bearing my tattered corpse
And I've been dragged along this cold pavement
So long
I forget how it is to feel the relief in my joints
when I get up
Because I've been down for so long
I'm afraid of even raising my head
to see if there's a glimmer
of hope
or ray
of sunshine for me
Because if there is
this flat paper heart
just might find it in itself
to try and move these broken limbs
and hold on to something steady
So I can raise my self up
but my kneecaps have been skinned to the bone
From the pressure of crawling
for way to ******* long
And these hands
are on the verge of snapping and falling off
So don't give me
any
false
hope

May 2012 Ben

My garden gnomes are broken.

May 2012 Ben

mads

My garden gnomes are broken.

My front doors hinges
soon have to be replaced.
And it's sad because
it's not just from old age.
The amount of people
that have entered my life
and then left, is phenomenal.
The roses in my front yard,
have also wilted and crumbled
see, they were forgotten and trampled
when you showed up.
Now their petals are just litter
on my overgrown lawn
which i no longer have the strength to fix.
and if the fact that my garden gnomes
were all smashed to pieces
isn't bad enough, then i guess
the wall paper thats peeling
is probably worse.
But it's cold in here,
everyone's ghosts seemed to have stayed
when they all left.
I'm alone in this house,
i'm alone in here
because these memories always fade.
My house is losing it's colour
even when i throw around the paint.

May 2012 Ben

If we Have Ever Kissed, Danced, or Laughed Together This is Probably About You (A Poem of Thanks)

May 2012 Ben

Jon Tobias

If we Have Ever Kissed, Danced, or Laughed Together This is Probably About You (A Poem of Thanks)

I have forgotten how happy this makes me
But I am grateful for it

Grateful for the mistakes
For the learning that comes from the ****** up things my mouth does
When all I wanted was for you to laugh

I am thankful for the laughter
And the overwhelming smile that I am normally self-conscious of
When the laughter makes me think how much I love you

Come sit with me in the middle distance
Between the times I want to remember forever
And the fast approaching future
That I don’t want to miss without you

It’s not gay when we hold hands in public
Unless we’re being gay about it

Look around
Who is staring?
They’re just jealous of the love

Thank you so much for getting me
When I feel no one else does
For understanding me so perfectly that
You can stop my stupidity mid-sentence
Just by saying my name

Say my name again like a double negative

Let my mouth slip a little further into absurdity

Thank you for the dancing
On dimly lit dance floors
Slick with sweat
And scuffed with heel-heart grace

I want to remember my awkwardness like a scar

Your smile is a scar reminding me of us
When I begin to tell these stories again

Like that time I broke into a car to steal him a pack of smokes

Or when we sat in her car after class til 2 am just talking
Just laughing

When I remind her how much I like kissing her
Especially when we’re drunk
Sloppy and passionate

When I pull my face from yours
And you smile so beautifully

When I slept on her couch because I didn’t want to go home that night
So I treated her to pho the next morning

When I held her after drinking
Under blankets she warmed in the dryer

Every time I tell them I love them
I mean it

When they taught me how to dance
When grace is something I never needed
To move like this feels good

The beer
And the tears
The laughter
The mornings after

I am grateful because of you
And because of you
I am full of greatness

Full of can-do-fire
And won’t-quit-cliché-heart
Full of first attempts with the goal to fail
Because I want to experience it all

With you

So thank you
For the laughter
And the dancing
And the awkward scar smiles
That reminds me how worthwhile living is

It is worthwhile
Because of you

I know some pretty amazing people. Don't like to brag, but ya can't blame me for being thankful.

May 2012 Ben

What I Should've Been Taught As a Kid.

May 2012 Ben

mads

What I Should've Been Taught As a Kid.

Don't ever slay that mighty dragon
It's wings will crush you with the slightest movement
And it's firey breath will curl around your head.
You will not win.

Do nibble on the magic fungi
It'll show you the unimaginable to dream upon
And you'll find yourself in a fairytale with the pixies.

Don't plant those beans
The ones in which you gave a cow for.
The castle at the top of the stalk
Is not worth your time.

Do burn the witch, not for all the wrong reasons.
Let her teach you her black magic ways
And if she decides to turn against you
Then you have every right to lead her to the stake in chains.

Black cats are not bad luck.
If they're nice, they're your friend
Otherwise throw them under the ladder
Or into a mirror.

The beast is not always a prince under the witches spell.
Sometimes, he's just a ******* creep.

The knight in shining armor
Is just a suit against a wall in the castle hallway.

The wolf is not always there for the baked goods in the straw basket.
He wants more, your virginity maybe?
He'll steal all he can take which is everything.

No ***** is ever as pretty as those princesses or damsels in distress.
Most have the face of the witch
With the mask of a beauty.

May 2012 Ben

The Moon with Cloudy Vision

May 2012 Ben

Christy Pavoncello

The Moon with Cloudy Vision

It is one of those nights
When I can only stare out the window
at the yellow crescent moon
As my thoughts rage.
But the moon is fuzzy because my
eyes aren't perfect
And finally the clouds obscure it
completely
So that I just give up
And make another attempt to sleep.