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 Nov 2013 Carrie M
Andrew Durst
I'm laying here looking out the window so I can watch the snow fall.
Curled up in sheets and blankets,
With a heater running on high.

The day has already come and gone,
And it's waving good-bye from the end of the road.
I smile and wave right back,
Waiting for the moon to illuminate the canvas of all my yesterday's.

I have no expectations that Mother Nature will take away my troubles,
Along with the cold sting of frost bitten air when the seasons start to change,

I only hope
That she grants me the will
to toil and conquer a future yesterday.
Enjoy.
 Nov 2013 Carrie M
Scott Shaffer
Rip out this still beating heart,
Then call how you did it a art,
I'll still forever be yours,
Even if we live on different shores,
The pain you've caused,
The way you pointed out my flaws,
The wounds you make,
The hearts you break,
The lies you tell,
The day you made my life a hell,
None of those matter to me,
Don't you see,
I need you,
But you never knew,
Living in your head,
Pretending I was dead,
When I cried,
You just sighed,
I'm sorry for the disappointment,
And for my smile now bent,
Please forgive me,
And don't leave
 Nov 2013 Carrie M
Unique Moore
Sometimes I wonder .... where we went wrong...where do we find the missing lyrics to our song...? I met you so quickly....and just as such...You were gone...we still keep in touch...But somehow to me it doesn't seem like much. Deep down I still feel there is something between us could it just be an aesthetic lust? Could I be obsessing over something I should've left in the dust? I hit you up from time to time but it feels like that could never be enough. What do you need from me? Temporary insanity. Pride, ego, fear of rejection all in play. Guess I'm just waiting for the day...When you say... Hey...can we start over?
When Nevermore the world becomes, we're left behind, the Wild Ones.
Not nearly finished...
 Aug 2013 Carrie M
Robin E Jacobs
Every time I look at you,
my heart skips a beat.
Every time you kiss me,
you sweep me off my feet.

When you say my name,
and when you say you love me,
My body feels weightless,
then I know we're meant to be.

When I hear your heart pound,
Oh, how I love the sound.
Of what belongs to me,
I wish the whole world could see.

The Love That We Share,
The Things That We Dare.
Just So We Could Be There,
Together Unaware.

Of Our Noisy Surroundings,
Just The Noise Of The Pounding.
Because In My Heart I Know,
This Love Will Surely Grow.

Into An Unbreakable Feeling,
Until The Day I See You Kneeling.
Asking For My Hand, For Me To Never Let Go,
After That Day, We Will Remember Years Ago.

When We Were So Young,
The Day Our True Love Begun.
Until That Best Day Of Our Life,
When You Make Me Your Wife.

Always Remember,
This Day In December.
That I Wrote This Rhymey Thing,
Even If Its A Day In Spring.

I Will Always Love You,
Just Know That's True.
 Aug 2013 Carrie M
Krista Maureen
I've got to live out these days, for they never last
No regrets, the problems will pass.
Lean back and laugh till I run out of breath
Cry my tears, for life or death.
I’ll try to move on but I’ll never forget

Promise to keep promises, to tell the truth.
Trust in people who trust in me too.

If I should feel something, I’ll let you know.
And when I hug you now, I won’t let go.
Every moment is just too precious to ignore
There’s only this, there’s nothing more

I’ll try my best to make everyday better
Because now I know I can’t live forever
In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb—
  The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.

When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace its fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name—
  The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.

When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,
And the widow and child forsake the dead—
  The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.

For even the purest delight may pall,
And power must fail, and the pride must fall,
And the love of the dearest friends grow small—
  But the glory of the Lord is all in all.
 Aug 2013 Carrie M
Pink Taylor
This poem is a tribute to the broken-hearted
The trampled on, the stompled on,
the hurt, and the cheated.

Those fighting the fight
for normalcy, for sanity.
Struggling against the painful beat
of the life-support.
To those dazed and confused,
time passes quickly.
Those who've lost their footing,
lost their harmony.
To those who hail from broken love,
the ones trying to break the chain.
to unmemorize the memories,
The unwanted, the replaced.

To all those trying not to make connections
with every single thing,
Those trying to find their melody,
remember how to sing.
Those trying to get out of bed each morning
without falling on the floor.
Those who can't catch their breath anymore.

You will be free.
You will survive.
And you will thrive.

— The End —