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 May 2014 Caroline K
Ian Cairns
When
 May 2014 Caroline K
Ian Cairns
When I tell you I'm tired
The trouble is my bed
It doesn't seem to fit right
Without the outline of your head

When you tell me you're tired
The trouble is what's said
Typically in times of trouble
Your patience rests instead

When I tell you I'm sorry
The truth is I don't know
My intentions never crooked
Though my weakness always shows

When you tell me you're sorry
The truth is hidden low
You overthrow my worries
Keep tradition and just let go

When I tell you I'm leaving
What I mean is I'm holding on
Staring at the unmarked path
Reluctant to move along

When you tell me you're leaving
What you mean is you've already gone
So far down the crossroads
You can't make right from wrong
 May 2014 Caroline K
Brandon
Drained* in stereo
Eyes toward vacated heavens
Deadlight escaping death

To sit and wait upon the edge of the great nothing
Arms wrapped and fingers entwined
Watching the sun dive down
Dimming into obsidian

Mountains erode to sand
And water overtakes
Stormy oceans of desolation

"We are a glimpse in the eye of cosmic decay
Dictating
the future words of voices unspoken"

...I've wished the world away
Too many times to count...


I've watched the last days
And the tides change their ways
And the skies cease to be


I've seen the world die
But once in my life

And once was *just
enough
 May 2014 Caroline K
Nickols
Please understand,
before this goes any further
than a friendly "hello".

I'm a little crazy.
Not crazy-good.
But the kind riding
on the side of delusional.
My brain spins in circles,
days & nights.
An awful sickness,
from dusk to dawn.

I'll have you know,
I'm the kind of crazy,
that has to take pills.
Jagged little circles,
ingested down my throat.
Digested,
to calm me down.

Please, don't judge me.
The doctor says it's normal.
But sometimes
I sit and wonder.
"What is normal?"

Back on topic now,
I was told by my therapist  
not to let others judge.
But then,
I'm left imagining
everyone in white-
George Washington wigs.
Swinging a gavel
and
screaming, "Order in the court!"

I swear, I'm not too crazy...
Only a special kind of lazy...

H-hey wait... W-where are you going?
I am a little crazy.
But aren't we all?
© Victoria
There are no footprints in the wet sand of this barren lonely island,no one comes here,there's nothing to see but wet sand,the sea and the shadow of me.
I am at last lost,tossed aside from the realm,a master of no one,at the helm but I am long gone and well out of it.
I sit here and wait,I do not know what will come,perhaps tomorrow the sun will rise
Perhaps tomorrow I'll realise that this sanctuary is how it has to be and so I wait to see.
As the wet sands start to dry,I eye the sea and see the sky and it all fits into one and once again I am long gone.
Only echoes at the shore remind me that there is so much more to keep me here,
I fear at last that this is the last and I have passed beyond the pale,I shall ready this ship to sail
and bid this lonely place
goodbye.
 May 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
UGH
 May 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
UGH
In my dreams I fall into a pool of golden brown amber,
it feels that I'm falling
FOREVER.

The last time I said your name I nearly choked on it,
memories of you feel like fire and I'm tired of getting burned.

I feel you forgetting me more every single day,
as I collect different memories of days that ended in smiles.

My eyes fill with acid tears as I wonder how this came to be,
your amber eyes are dry and fine.

You're probably smiling my favorite smile,
as I am drowning in those ******* tears,
sparked by your golden eyes.
You could cause a forest fire with just a glance
 May 2014 Caroline K
Anna McElroy
We smile at each other,
not that simple smile of warmth from passing someone on the street,
but the smile of acceptance and love,
the smile that makes you warm on a cloudy miserable day.
When we smile and gaze into each other's eyes,
we know at that moment that we are one and the heavy world cannot touch us.
 May 2014 Caroline K
circus clown
my heart still
s                              s
w                     g
i       n
with the innocence
of a little girl
on my first love's
rib
old, but i can't push it out of my head lately.
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