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Here's to pianos.
To uncut toe nails and broken jaws.  
Here's to sweaty palms and fancy door knobs.
The last tissue in the box and third graders who know every single dinosaur.
Here's to prickly legs and furless cats.
Slamming doors and rubbing alcohol.
Fun house mirrors and wet towels.
Here's to the boy with the sweaty armpits,
And the biggest heart in the room.
Here's to all the girls who will never give him a chance
Because his hair is greasy
And he always has pieces of apple stuck in his braces.  
Here's to grandmothers holding their children's babies for the first
And last time.
Here's to six foot tall nine year olds
And acne covered foreheads.
North Ohio and beehives.
Here's to wrinkles and back pain,
And the kids who never change for gym class.
Here's to burnt papers and wrongful convictions.
Faked I love you's and backwards t shirts.
For every broken leg and broken heart,
Seasonal depression and ADD.
For unshaven armpits and ripped jeans.
Frequent showers and twisted ankles.
****** mattresses and forged signatures.
Here's to the things that remind me of you.
 Oct 2013 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
Even in this ever bustling metropolis it is easy to feel alone.
I never thought I would ache to be home,
to drive along the oceanside with the heat blasting in my car.
I always thought I was better than that.
But right now the ocean is calling me,
or perhaps it is the moon,
its waxing and waning signaling me to return home.
 Oct 2013 Caroline K
Astounding
Who inspires us?
Who says its not okay to be wrong?
Why do I have to know what I want out of life right now?
Why is this day so long?

Maybe I want to  be an astronaut
Maybe I want to be a mermaid
Maybe I want to work a job where I don't get paid

What if I want to  sail a pirate ship?
What if I want to panhandle?
What if I want to make my own signature candle?

How can you tell me no?
Who the hell are you to say what I can or can't do?

I'm going crazy
So stressed out
This is not what life was supposed to be about
I wanna travel the world
Find the lost city of Atlantis
I don't like the life I'm living
I didn't plan this

I didn't think my dreams would change
But they did
I can make my own decisions
I'm not a little kid

I may have a child's heart
I may even cry
Hell, there are some days that I wish I could fly

But you're taking my joy
You're crushing my hope
You're sending me down a slippery *****

You push too hard
I know you think you're right
But I need some inspiration
If only just for one night.
 Oct 2013 Caroline K
K Mae
free fall surrender
gifting fiery ripeness
feeding mother's earth

cycle turning in
wind assisted letting go
time of brave response

I too wear a cloak
buffered from the coldest winds
fire in my core
realizing that autumn leaves replenish earth with their living essence ,
and after reading Charles ****'s leaves en-route
5-7-5
Who broke the rules,
Who broke your heart?
Why was the counter so sticky?
Even more beautiful in the rain
Or in the madness between your lungs.
Who broke the rules,
Who said it first?
Does it count if I lied through my teeth.
One rose for us all
But someone got there first and stole them all.
American as it seems it's still unfair.
Thank you for teaching me the sorrow in solidarity.
If the palm of your hand could cleanse each sin
blood would cover my body.
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