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 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
Jon Welch
Every day of his life spent in evasion,
watching every move of the nation,
In moon glazed eyes, reality sets in,
a tricky situation, enter deathly grin,
He needs the rush, to cure the burn,
He shouts out to the sky,
and as he waits, no answers heard,
to elevate his mind..

The silence never waits, as the victim never asks,
the music of the scdene dies, focus on his mask,
the wagering of life, as breath wears thin,
no time he can place,
where it all begins..
There is a kind of weather where you feel naked, floating in a warm bath.
A gush of wind imitates water as it brushes past.
Your fingers create rippling rings in puddles you touch
And in those moments, you can't help but notice the world is quiet and hushed.
Slowly you watch the ripples ebb to their limit,
And it reminds you that this world is merely a planet  
That waxes and wanes, and rushes like warm water.
But you know it's more than just nature to an author,
It's a place where wind makes you feel vulnerable and licks at your skin
and the rare occurrence of weather like this, renews life in your heart yet again.
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
Jess
Poem #1
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
Jess
A slave to the snowfall of my ever-freezing heart
The wide-awake demons of my past are never far
Questions are raised, but here there's no truth
Searching for more than silence but it's no use
Late in the hours of the early morning we'll find
Stories just the same, fast-forward then rewind
Slow motion, slowly falling, quivering in the breeze
Sliding into the daily grind with shaking, shivering knees
Standing up for something, when you feel nothing at all
Smiling for your future, you've never felt so small.
Darkness fades, nothing's better, wishing life was over
Waking up at midnight and hiding under the covers
Fear comes from the unknown, but things we know can be
Just as scary as our black-and-white version of reality.
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
Lyra Brown
no thank you, you can
keep your presents. What I need
now is your presence.
 Mar 2013 Chris Thomas
Amber S
purple, hazy hues.
yellow nuance, murky blossoms.
where are they?
azure tinge mixed in the honey.
canvas is blank,
with only galling white scribbles,
grey and ebony ink written.
enter, my darling
let me **** your fangs.
press. press. press.
my locks swathed in your fingers.
hard, my love, hard.
into my bones. film. upon layer.
upon membrane.
the blemishes,
your art.
tonight, we are animals,
so no time for serene.
passion.
howl with me,
consume me.
I love the way you tell me that I’m beautiful, 
and the way you make me laugh like no one else. 
I love the way you move the hair away
from my eyes, and then kiss me on my head. 
I love the way  you hold me
and slowly place arms around my waist as we watch movies together and feel each and every heart beat.
I love the way you'd sing to me at random moments, 
and look at me and smile. 
I love the way you leave the smell of your scent on my clothes after we hug. 
I love the way you would send me a picture of a funny face..
along with an " I love you' message shortly afterwards.
I love the way you speak your mind and tell me about your opinions. 
I love the way you're not afraid to speak out and show your feelings. 
I love the way you text me in the middle of the day just to ask how I am
and say how much you love me. 
I love the way you talk to your friends, look back and smile at me when you do. 
I love the way your words seem to whisper into my head,
the way your voice sounds so close to me. 
it feels like I’m dreaming. 
I love the way you do all of these and the fact that you're not ashamed to do it. 
I love the way you treat me, 
and I'm glad to be yours...
Not one of my best poems, but they're just feelings and thoughts in a write up after all :)
So come sit with me here,
Where the heavens meet the shore
And let the waters lick your feet.

And we'll sit and we'll talk,
You'll ask me again how I've been.
I just keep repeating "I'm Okay" - "I'll be fine."
And I just can't believe
That you believe me.
I must be a better liar than I thought.

I can still smell his scent on your words.
The lingering ache
Of all the lies that you were suckered by.
So here's to you and your bright baby blues.
They shine just like the stars tonight.
Just like the stars.

I'm so tired of talking in riddles,
Dropping hints and trying to be tactful.
So let me lay it out straight.
He was never good enough for you.
Never.
He who has no love,
Has no woes.

Thats what I hear.
It's a sad truth
That I'm not fond of.

In this world today,
It's hard to decipher
Real emotions
From those of
The liars.

It's truly heartbreaking
That someone would lie
About such a thing.
To use you for their
Better good.

But maybe they're ahead of the game,
Because

He who has no love,
Has no woes.
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