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 Aug 2015 Candice
Javaria Waseem
paint me with all those messy colors and broken brushes.
paint me with your rough hands and scrappy fingertips.
paint me with all your love and your regrets.
paint me in a dark room with uneven breath.
paint me with dried out lips and the tip of your tongue
paint me all night till you're halted by the sun.
 Aug 2015 Candice
Joseph Sinclair
If I can touch the heart and soul
of just one questing mind;
respond unto impassioned call
of questions unrefined,

then shall my feeble efforts be
rewarded quite enough,
and force my inner doubt to flee
without fear of rebuff.

If I have brought the regiment
of inner doubt or fear,
to rage or hate or merriment
by words that I hold dear

Then I may finally reveal
what held me in distress
and I may come at last to feel
an undeserved bliss.
 Aug 2015 Candice
Hello it's me


Don't close your eyes
Don't let go yet
Don't turn around
Looking back won't help
Move forward
Step by step

Yes, maybe they broke your heart
but not your legs
Yes, maybe your back is bleeding
for all the stabbing

But tell you what
your are still alive
after all that you still  living
and that my friend
is amazing.

You are stronger that
you give yourself credit for
I believe in you


GET UP AND WALK
It’s 3 in the morning
The highways in my head are stuck in a traffic jam full of drivers with pent up road rage
I try to be quiet so I don’t wake my roommate
In reality I want to scribble on the walls write out my each and every thought
Draw every image that my want to be Da Vinci mind paints
Because it is these years that will be my foundation
It is these years that will define my future family’s financial situation
Call me crazy, but thinking about the future is a prescription to anxiety
I don’t know if it’s my thoughts or the late dose of caffeine that is keeping me awake tonight
But something tells me that if I write somehow the traffic will vanish and I will at last overdose on exhaustion
It’s 4 in the morning
I am mourning my loss of nine hours sleep
I used to be stronger but now it isn’t so hard to see
That sitting in this traffic every day is beginning to take a toll on me
 Aug 2015 Candice
Lexie
Is to die to yourself
Be born of a soul
Live in these words
And never be quite whole

Just an opportunity
To fill an expanse
Never pass it up
Take every chance
 Aug 2015 Candice
Haydn Swan
Forgiveness is like a pebble,
it skims the surface of a troubled water,
sinks to the bottom of the pool,
then lays dormant and silent,
the trouble and care that went into its selection,
forgotten and unseen.
 Aug 2015 Candice
wendy maqwazima
love so blind yet so kind
love is knowing you can
it is that feeling you get when you kiss
a friend goodbye

love is life
like water,it is a need
love is precious,like gold it should be valued and treasured

love heals
love reveals who we are
love sets us free
love brings us close and leaves our heart filled with warmth and satisfaction

love is that smile from utata,it is that hug from umama saying I am proud of you my child
and that voice of encouragement from a Friend when the world is against you

love is powerful and meaningful
love is beautiful
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