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 Jun 2014 chloe marie
Mike Hauser
if i never knew
what never meant
then i never would
have ever spent
what i never had
to never lend
what is never said
in never land

if i never knew
what never was
then never would i
have a cause
and never would
never be lost
what i never hope
to miss the most

if i never knew
what never sees
then never would i
ever believe
what never was
in spite of these
lost never you's
and never me's
 Jun 2014 chloe marie
Lana Grace
Maybe I'm tired of people saying they would stay, that they care, and then do what they always do. Leave.
Maybe I'm tired of being that friend  they always turn to when they have a problem,
Being that person that always listens and knows what to say.
But the funny part is,
They don't care if you're they one hurting.
Maybe I'm tired of forcing smiles and forcing myself not to cry.
Forcing myself to make my life look perfect as if perfection is even a level to be reached nowadays.
Maybe I'm tired of  being unhappy.
I'm trying to make the choice to be happy, I really am.
But as soon as I demand happiness, the thoughts creep back inside.
The words, the hurt, the memories of all those people that have left you.
Maybe I'm tired of just living.
Is that alright to say?
Maybe I just want to enter that eternal realm of perfection with my Savior.


But I can't.

I need to fight the good fight.
I need to stay strong.
But oh how tired I am.
 Jun 2014 chloe marie
Lana Grace
I don't want to be alone.
Because everytime I'm alone my mind wanders.
It's as if being occupied has become my drug.
I'm scared to be alone.
Because it's in the quiet times you find who you are.
It's in the silent where your thoughts come alive.
And currently my thoughts are deadly and poisonous.
Filled with the power to overtake my joy.

Have I really given away this power?
The power of my mind?

I will fight.
I will fight to have joy.
And most importantly, I will fight well in the lonely and in the silent times.
Oh how I will fight.
 Jun 2014 chloe marie
Mike Hauser
To me there is no better night
Than the dimming of the lights
And tuning into American Idol on my T.V.

Tonight's no different to tell the truth
As they give another loser the boot
When I noticed something strange in how Ryan Seacrest blinked

Mr. Pretty Boy was blinking in Morris code
Right underneath America's nose
He was passing off top governmental secrets

So his front has all along been a lie
Ryan Seacrest, international spy
Don't know why before I didn't see this

He uses that cute little baby face
And day old beard to hide his disgrace
As he obviously communicates with the underworld

From one side of the globe to another
Talking in code with his Rooski brothers
Why this just gets my patriotic ******* in a curl

Just when you think you know someone
They go and pull this traitor stunt
I suppose now your going to tell me Mom doesn't bake her own apple pies

Then I find out it's some imposter named Mrs. Smith
I'm not sure I can take much more of this
Who next will I catch living a lie

Then I see Ryan run off stage
With the strangest of looks on his face
Seems all along there was stardust in his eyes

Funny it wasn't Morris code
Who's embarrassed now...me I suppose
Ryan Seacrest international spy?
Uh...nevermind
All proceeds from this poem will be generously donated to the Ryan Seacrest School of International Spydom.
Stuck on this voyage of time
With the entire world
And my erratic mind
A voyage testing endurance
Measured by the end of lives
The sirens call out
And in blissful ignorance
Another accepts their fate
And joins the ranks of yesterdays
The others left to carry memories
In hopes to hold off misery
 Mar 2014 chloe marie
Yates
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country that’s done nothing for me.
I pledge allegiance to a ticking corporate time bomb, counting down the number of people left outside of its marketing cage.
Corporate fat cats full of rage, a million dollars isn’t enough,
Give me ten.
Corporate law superseding human rights, tying us tight to the system justifying injustice done to us.
I pledge allegiance to “by the people for the people”, turned “by the people, for the money”, the fuel of the freedom we value so highly as to put a price tag on it as if that is an acceptable measure of its worth,
How can we get much worse than now when there are thousands of people wondering how they are going to survive this month?
I pledge allegiance to impossibility highlighted on HD screens, the clarity not giving us a clear view of reality, our beauty is not,
Should not,
Will not be measured by the numbers on a scale.
The girls in the magazines don’t even look like the girls in the magazines, so why don’t we focus on something that can be reached?
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country where being smart enough to expose rapists can have greater consequences than ****** somebody,
Where violating firewalls and proxies is worse than violating human bodies.
I pledge allegiance to
“She was asking for it”,
“Boys will be boys”, and
“What was she wearing?”
When a robbery is committed in a home, the police do not ask if your door was unlocked, or if your laptop was in plain view,
So when a robbery is committed on a body, why is that exactly what they do?
I pledge allegiance to a country where love is still illegal in 33 states.
We are the country of change, so long as nothing changes, I mean
Women still get paid lower wages.
I pledge allegiance to a place where who you are does not mean you get to be yourself,
Where masculinity is blue and being feminine is pink.
If you have ever been stared at for wanting to be a rainbow, I will stand by you and stare right back.
And I will no longer pledge allegiance to a country consumed by consumerism, Nationalism,
Commercialism,
Racism,
Sexism,
Fear.
Instead, I will pledge allegiance to the memory of one nation under God,
Indivisible,
With liberty and justice for all.
A slam I wrote/revised for a competition
 Mar 2014 chloe marie
Theia Gwen
The one thing you'll never understand
Is that it's the negative words
That you remember above all else
You throw me into counseling to try to get things fixed
But no amount of "I love you's" will make me forget
The days the words "I hate you" escaped from your lips
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