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 Dec 2011 Ben
Peyton Leigh Stille
eyelids drooping over the unseen pupils

they flicker and flutter as they fight to stay up

but once again

they collapse

too weak to carry on

they take a few seconds to pull themselves together

getting mentally prepared for their next attempt

and then with one more heaving breath

they muster the force within them to flip

revealing for a split second

a sea of green

that was hidden

so well

but the impact of the weight that rested upon them was too much

once again

the eyelids

were defeated

by

the unstoppable force

that was

sleep.
 Dec 2011 Ben
Kayleigh Redwine
Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 23rd, 2010
Written as a Haiku sequence.
 Dec 2011 Ben
Julia Burden
Ink flows from your fingers
free as falling rain
scripted words
your hands were born to say.

Gilded words drip out your mouth
like morning dew from leaves -
silver stories
your tongue was made to tell.

Lines of prose haunt your eyes -
a whisper on the wind,
things you dare not speak -
too much a part of you to know.

Beautiful, endless, flawless language
in everything you are
seeps out of you
as music from a harp.

Unending anguish hides in your words -
invisible in plain sight.
There for everyone to see,
but no one to acknowledge.

Your soul goes into the words
and you are left alone.
 Dec 2011 Ben
Julia Burden
He wouldn't laugh
if he knew
how much of
me
still belonged
to him.

He would close his eyes
(almost -
is that -
regret?
desire?
disappointment?)
if he understood
how my inspiration
is all
derived
from stolen glimpses
of that
stupid smirk.

He would ****
his head -
say my name
(reproachfully?
regretfully?
desperately?)
if he could
feel
himself in
every word
I write.

Though I wonder
would the
disapproval
be for my feelings?
Or simply
for the way I
romanticize them?
 Dec 2011 Ben
Lily H
Found your letter today
The one you thought I burned
Along with your clothes and pictures

It was tucked away
Between my bed and wall
Must have spiraled down
After slipping through my fingers
Sliding due to the sudden moisture
Spilling out of my eyes
I always cry when reminded of who you used to be

You rambled in the beginning
Your words jammed together
Slanted and shaky

Told me about your new cleats
I knew you didn't really like soccer
But you did it for me

Wrote all the stats from your baseball game
And explained in parentheses what each meant
Because you wanted to share your sport with me too

Wrote about the new Harry Potter movie
Because you knew I hadn't seen it and wanted to know
Made plans to see it together as soon as I came home.

It's a shame we never did
Your words then grew farther apart
And I can still faintly see the eraser marks

You tell me you miss me
You're counting down the days till I come home
You're sorry you missed my call, but to please call again soon

The thickest smudges are above your name
You settled for see you soon
Put a heart next to your name

P.S. write back soon

I sometimes wonder
If I had made that call
Or written a letter

Would things have been different for the next two years?
Would you still love me?
Would you've not doubted me?

Or were we destined for failure from the start?
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