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 May 2015
Cat Fiske
and now I understand love,
like regrets ugly back hand.
and we fall in love for all the wrong reasons
and still love them after all the wrong done.

a kind of love,
that came with out warning,
had my heart in seconds,
who could of said no?

because I should of said no,
and sometimes,
you don't pick who you love,
with wide open eyes,

but there the people who get you,
for reasons you don't understand,
for reasons you can't really explain,
even when they shouldn't,

but then you figure out the bad things,
and just because you let them go,
doesn't mean you wanted to,
and time didn't heal wounds exactly,

but now you gave yourself some armor,
and a new outlook,
and helped you smile and not sob,
and the fact that I still love you,

but everything is different now,
makes it easier to give myself to boys that didn't matter,
because you were the only one that ever did,
and the fire in me no one stops to see,

but they see my smoke signal for miles,
and instead of putting me out,
they ignore me,
or use me for there warmth,

but sometimes you need to listen,
to your butterfly's,
screaming out your not in love,
because its not the butterfly's,

its your pain.
idk just something
 May 2015
Cat Fiske
and you said,
I don't care about you.
I have no problem,
I just don't care about your existence anymore.
nothing personal,

and now I understand,
no one will stick around for you.
even those who love you.
and you just have to let them fly away,
like butterflies you wanted to take.
someone has been sending me these messages because I tagged them on fb about something, I got death threats from there new girl friend bc im there old one. it *****
 May 2015
Cat Fiske
She shuts her eyes
To escape the world.
Such a hard life
For such a young girl.

She shuts her eyes
To escape it all.
Teetering on the edge
Ready to fall.

She shuts her eyes
One final time.

"A young life wasted
Such a terrible crime."

Read on the news headlines,
Because she wasted her life.
Right.
She tried
 May 2015
Eudora
If there is a song...
Composed and written with...

Melodies of warmth
Rhythms of kisses
Verses of affection
Bridges of romance
A chorus of caresses
To the tune of passion

I would sing it for you every day and every night
till my very last breath..
Inspired by an angel sent down from heaven..
 May 2015
ryn
These eyes have felt
their fair share of tears that burn
Forgive my eyes for they are yet so green
They have seen much but still they do not learn

These lungs have breathed
The air both fresh and acrid
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They only do what they must when all runs turbid

These ears they've heard
Hurtful promises and whispers that have stung
Forgive my ears for they are yet so green
They're know not to ignore the language of forked tongues

These lips have served
The most callous of opinions
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They can't seem to curb pent up notions

These hands have grown tired
From shielding my tear-stricken face
Forgive these hands for they are yet so green
They're still so afraid to welcome the gift of future days

These legs are sore
For they have travelled far
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They knew better than to enter through doors left slightly ajar

This mind is weary
From thinking of a life meant only for dreamers
Forgive my mind for it is yet so green
They know not of the inexistence of greener pastures

This heart... My heart
Pounding each beat that betrays
Beats with an anvil in tow
Forgive it for it is yet so green
It's having more trouble than it cares to show

This face I wear
A weathered mask I'm unready to shed
Forgive it for it is yet so green
There's still life in it...
For there's yet much to be said
 May 2015
Joshua Haines
Elizabeth and God exist in a sunflower grave. Her mother and father slit her stomach open and watched the contents pour out like
spaghetti confetti.

Tommy, Elizabeth's boyfriend, rode his ocean blue Huffy, until the tread on his tires grew bald and until the grips were blanketed by dead skin. Looking for her, panoramic views of the horizon leapt beside him. Silhouettes of his legs, churned and kissed the orange and caramel dusk. With every tear in his hamstrings and calves, the **** in his sky grew and swallowed the memory of Elizabeth Mendenhall, Honor Student.

Margot, Elizabeth's twelve year-old sister, was an idealistic soul. Taking a Sharpie, she wrote on her sister's wall, "Liz, there is no death greater than the loss of self, and no life greater than one where we continuously search for what self is." Margot struggled with concentrating and frying eggs - but focused on the sunflower garden, dangerously and perfectly.

Hilary and Brendan were thirty-five and thirty-six years-old. They stabbed their daughter thirty-seven times. They don't know why they did it, they just couldn't think of a reason not to do it.

She begged for her life. The yellow petals of the sunflowers caught blood-drops and, after enough struggle, floated down to kiss and lay on Elizabeth's slow-twitch body. Hilary looked at Brendan and said, "What does this mean?" Brendan shrugged and said, "This is new to me."

The garden was an oven, and digging her grave was like pulling back on a cheap, plastic latch. Elizabeth had pale, pre-cooked pie crust skin. The slits in her stomach looked like peeks into a cherry stuffed filling. Crinkled lips looked indented by a stainless steel fork, back and forth, side to side. And the soil rained upon her like the reversal of hot vapor, returning home.

Elizabeth and the Sunflower Garden.
 May 2015
Margot Dylan
Moment by moment, my love on a veil.
I swim an ocean deeper than the heart that I fail.
I breathe with remorse and regret no one I love.
I hope for a god,
and a backbone,
or lack thereof.
the pup lies belly upward
to the sky

on busy road life is hard
easy to die.

no mourning ****** entrail
washed by rain

leaves no mark echoed trail
of faintest pain.

if i had stopped someday
touched it thin

lived it then in someway
on my skin.
 May 2015
Jason Cole
the glass is half empty
my mind is too full
negativity is all that tempts me
with its downward pull

with broken feathers
i fall from the sky
when it's always cloudy weather
hope is sure to die

once i was lost
broken and dying
now i can be found
fearlessly flying

I'm a saint of the vapor
that's my God-given nature
I'm only here for a season
with my heart, pen, and paper
GaryL did the first two stanzas and I did the second two stanzas. Many thanks to GaryL!
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