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 Nov 2013 Cera
Mary Nora Wolf
tossing all night. no sleep.
i turn hoping to see your name
on the screen glowing florescent.
you've been gone for 28 days and still
i miss you more each day.
some days
it feels like you forget who i am,
but then you come back
and whisper an endearing word,
brush your hands through my hair,
***** and knotted,
and i turn back into you.

starving for attention,
longing for truth.
you tell me what you don't want,
but what about what you do.
i stop and wait for a glimpse
of what is really on your mind.

you are the mind no cipher can solve,
your heart blocked by pain,
mine weary from deceit.

we do not belong together,
yet i want nothing more
than to turn over and see you
smiling back at me.
your piercing green eyes
saying the things
your parted lips are too nervous
to release.

my inability to breathe increases.
my legs shake.
my eyes water.
my fingers twitch.
I go to tell you that I cannot see you anymore.
I turn over and see your name,
and everything is fine again.

i am weak.
but you make me stronger.
Free write about the one I have been told I should, "drop kick out of [my] life."
 Nov 2013 Cera
Breanna Stockham
Each day is like a Rubik's Cube
Complex, confused, without a plan
I try to align it perfectly
But it seems I never can.

All day I'm trying hard to solve
the exhausting, tiresome and endless fight
Trying to figure out the perfect way
to have the same colors on every side.

No matter my efforts, I'm always left with
One orange in the yellow, two blues in the red,
three greens in the white,
forty thoughts in my head.

I could cheat and switch the stickers
I could call and ask a friend
I'm not good at solving problems
But at least I can pretend

But when push turns into shove
I can't solve it by aimlessly shifting
I can't learn it by aimlessly watching
And I can't live by aimlessly drifting

So no longer will I sit back and watch
other people figure out my life for me
I'll take my time and color my sides
Because no one can live life for me.
 Nov 2013 Cera
MITCHELL
(10w)
 Nov 2013 Cera
MITCHELL
What keeps me up this late is not a dream.
 Nov 2013 Cera
MITCHELL
I am a serial killer of pure inhibitions
Innocence of blind minds are my trophy's
I left you all to die
And lived long enough to see myself become the villain
It was cruel
To force maturity upon happy children
And nobody will ever know how Evil I really am
 Nov 2013 Cera
Zak Krug
One More Day
 Nov 2013 Cera
Zak Krug
The devil is whispering
through white plaster,
pock-marked walls.
The window's eyes are watching
every movement of the
hardwood floors, sending out
dust.
A front door with four locks,
but one is broken.
A back down with four locks,
but never opened.
The devil can't get out,
the demons can't get in.
Waiting for the chance
for redemption,
riding on the back of a cockroach.
Close the French doors to the bedroom,
shut out the world,
bathed in darkness,
hidden,
secluded,
perfect
for one more day.
***
*** me
My toes
Nose to nose
No clothes
Repure shows
Every breath
I moan..
Shallow groan
Mind blown
Love unknown
Unspoken adoration..
Speechless joy
Girl and boy
Human toy
Together enjoy
Raw passion.

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