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 Apr 2015
Chris-Tyler Young
A bird is a
Peculiar thing to me.
They hop, and flit, and twist about
and pick at every pebble
and crumb upon the ground.
But an even more
Peculiar thing
is in the way they move.
Effortlessly across the sky.
Calligraphy in motion.
They have the power to n'er come down
Yet they dwell upon the ground.

But an even more
Peculiar thing is love.
I do not know from whence she comes
or where'er she shall go.
A dainty hand leaves a lasting mark
bruise
imprint
a scar.
Never shall I understand
this
Peculiar thing of love.
 Dec 2014
BertJane Perez
We are all unique in many ways that all of us can see
But some people are too peculiar, people like you and me
We aren't like the others, we're peculiar beings of this place
We're born with individual talents that no one can erase...

My friends, we each have something special, but something to hide
The world isn't ready for the abilities we all keep inside
We are being hunted, a fate we peculiars must face
Run quickly to safety into the arms of a ymbryne's embrace

As you read this message, know that a hollow lurks near
But remember your gift, you have nothing to fear
Tread carefully and find us at the loops in any direction
On the other side of our haven you will find Peculiar protection.
 Dec 2014
Amanda
Should there ever be a backward twirling of the clock gears, a paisley maze of metal and magic to occur,

every tear will trace back to its watery scars.
Even the ropes shackling hearts will fray,
shackles broken.
Bits and crumbs of dim memories become whole again.
Just as sweet.
And perhaps, the bad will seep back in.
The dead will open their eyes again.
Roughly stiched in wounds so long ago, where even the owner has forgotten to hem back up the stiches to the surface.
The white cotton thread would have never met the needle's eye.
A baby's nursery room may gather more dust than expected.
Hello there you lovely soul!
xo
 Nov 2014
PerfectTruths
Figure out the password.
The only way you could do that, is if you were the mystery machine itself.
It stands alone, by itself, clustered with other machines.
The mystery machine is an investigator, figuring out what other machines are up to. Their own password.
Then a human comes.
Trying to figure out the mysteries of, Mystery Machine. Why does he cry, when its not allowed to have emotions, why does it fall in love, with whom does it trip with. Why does it have malfunctions, but auto repairs anytime, he comes to find out the mysteries. He has a handbook. He twisted, and turned the ****, gave the ***** a little jiggle, Opened the head and climbed inside. Everyday people would walk by the mystery machine, and try to look inside of it. But all they could see was a child locked up inside, sleeping for comfort, living inside a mystery.
 Nov 2014
Mohd Arshad
Do you want to succeed
Like a little sparrow
That learns how to fly indeed!

Her wings she ***** and this goes on
Movements lead to further actions she knows
And you know she gets won!

Success is the passion to rise
Watch the bees garner nectar
And their hive greater than their size!

Success is not a magic
That takes place out of blue
It is sowing of seeds, not terrific!

Success needs water to grow
Water it water it O friends
It will blow you will glow
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 Nov 2014
Matthew O'Reilly
If I could travel back to any time
I'd travel to see your smile again
I'd go to hold your hands one last time
To feel my heart jump again
To feel my heart race at the thought of you
All I ever wanted is you
I just need you to smile
To make my heart melt with joy
Your my love forever

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