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 Aug 2010 cohdee
Angela
The Wall
 Aug 2010 cohdee
Angela
Your always trying to sneak a peak
through my wall, built for defense
You've tried to climb it
but you failed
You tried to dig beneath
but unfortunately it was just to deep

So you hate and judge
why won't I let you in
You see I am protecting you
from a monster made of sin
Don't you understand?
Can't you even grasp?
This is not a paradise..
Behind this invincible wall
For lurks here is an evil
A black hole enabling an endless fall

I'm trying to save you
I wish you could see
There' s only just a bit of good
in the prison I call me....
 Aug 2010 cohdee
Zach Smith
What is inspiration?
Answer me this
Is it a creature,
long since dead?

Is it something
that comes and
goes with time
and age?

Or are we
ourselves inspiration?
Or are we cruelty?

An evil thing,
filled with hopeless
dread.

I know not
what inspiration is,
but I seek it,
and all it's
wonderful dreams.
 Aug 2010 cohdee
Alicia Swope
sitting, reminiscing, wishing
you were here to mend my broken heart
your the only one who can fix it
because your the one who tore it apart
"the first is always the worst" they say
but I didn't think it'd be this hard
loving you came easily
but to you, I was easy to discard
 Aug 2010 cohdee
KM Jones
If it would make you happy,
I'd fingerpaint the skies,
With every single reason,
Why I'll love you all my life.

And if I were a princess,
I'd abdicate my throne,
If it would make you happy,
And, with you, I'd build our home.

Or if you needed silence,
I'd sit and hold your hand,
If it would make you happy,
I'd never ask, just understand.

And if I were the reason,
You always had to cry,
If it would make you happy,
... I'd even say goodbye.
Nov. 2009
 Aug 2010 cohdee
Francis Ganuelas
Emotionally shaken, the body crumbles as the tremors of reality breaks down every pillar and foundation of a structure that has had its share of countless births, childhoods, lives, and deaths and awaits to crush the dreams of an innocent passerby, unaware that his own being will in moments be crushed by an enormous debris of shattered hopes, that aims to make its mark even in its final gasps of air. A symphony of bass and discord that echoes through every wall and pavement alert those who give a **** and don't, and opens their eyes to the existence and now non-existence of two entities that once lived a life of irrelevance, and for seconds, minutes, hours, and days, their lives have finally found its meaning, making an imprint in the very ground they stood on and in the lives of those who have witnessed this miserable end.

— The End —