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 Nov 2017 Corina
WitheredWings
En ik vrees elke dag die nog komt zonder je,
Omdat ik je nu al zo erg mis.
I broke up with a beautiful soul and it is so very difficult on us both.
 Aug 2016 Corina
Robert James
Waited
 Aug 2016 Corina
Robert James
You could have waited,
he thought,
until I was more
than day old alcohol
and the bags under
my eyes,

To say things
that would have made me
fragile
at the best of times.
 Aug 2016 Corina
Ravanna Dee
One day
 Aug 2016 Corina
Ravanna Dee
One day;
I won't just find love.
I'll construct it.
I won't just fall in it.
I will climb towards it.
Love isn't just something that's there!
You have to put effort into it.
You have to make it into something great.
You have to actually try.
 Aug 2016 Corina
James Frazier
I wonder how i may die tomorrow-
accident, choke, stroke,
but dead, nonetheless.

I wish to die in the snow-
Tomorrow is summer though,
And i cannot wait much longer.

Perhaps this day next year-
I can whisper in deaths ear,
And ask for winter once more.
 Aug 2016 Corina
Jeffrey Robin
0o0
 Aug 2016 Corina
Jeffrey Robin
0o0
)()(


::


They're tired now


They can hardly

Lift up their heads


The world seems so far away


So alien


( so loveless )

••

••


The bottle is cracked

The wine drips to the ground

And is soon gone



The child !


Playing in the park



The young girl;,,;!!!!





The peddler drifts by


::

The rain clouds form





The minstrel is playing his flute




And dances


( So lovely ! )



On the top a the hill




 Apr 2016 Corina
Daniel Tabone
The day is over,
The sweat is dry,
Eyelids won’t open,
I cannot try;

My back is aching,
And my feet burn,
Driving back home,
Look what I earn;

The day is over,
The air is cool,
And I remember,
I still have school;

****.
 Nov 2015 Corina
Haley C B
Alaska
 Nov 2015 Corina
Haley C B
Remember our plans for the cruise to Alaska?
I had dreams about that trip for a long while after.
Snowy hills, and crisp cold air,
Polaroids of the dark grey ocean in a pile somewhere.  

You said I was intelligent and pretty,
Although I  always felt more annoying than witty.
And I know I didn't go about things in a conventional way,
But I still pray every night that I'll see you again someday.

Before me you explained that you've  been left without love and a broken heart,
And I promised i'd never do that to you from the start,
Maybe I've failed you and pushed you back into your shell,
But I've always hoped you were nothing other than well.

I always reflect on your stories about back then,
The 90's getting drunk to A Perfect Circle with your best friend,
I listen to that album now on repeat almost everyday,
It reminds me of you and all the things I wish I could say.

And as chills make their way down my spine,
I envision a future time when everything will be fine,
Even if it's never anything more than just friends,
I hope to be able to speak with you again.

With your big blue eyes,
And your warm heart,
I wish there was a button where I could press re-start,
On a story that could have been so much more,
But is now left unanswered behind a closed door.

It's been a while since I've written a poem,
But I knew that no matter what you deserved your own.
I'll go to sleep tonight and dream about Alaska,
Your warm hands around my waist snapping pictures of the snowy pastures
Coated in new beginnings and what could have been,
We'll talk about how we'll never go home ever again.
“Just pour some water on his head,”
I said to the waitress.
“I can’t do that. What if
he wakes up and freaks out
all covered in water?”

“Well, I don’t think he will.”

He hadn’t moved
Since we’d been there.

He was old, old.
Old people might go to Denny’s
drunk and fall asleep,
but old, old people?

They almost never do that.

“I don’t know,” I said.
“He might be dead.
What do you think,
Is the man dead?”
“I think so,” she said

The ambulance came,
and they took him away.
He was wearing this shirt,
and it had a dead duck
in a dog’s mouth.

My dad dresses like that, too,
in Spalding tennis shoes,
and jean shorts.

Was he someone’s dad?
How will they find out
that their dead dead dad
came to Denny’s to die?

Or will they just call around
looking for their dad
when they get worried about
why he won’t answer the phone?

How far will they have to drive,
all teary-eyed (or not)
to see their dead dad’s
old, old dead body?

Will they ever
go to a Denny’s again?

I think that they will.

Everyone goes to a Denny’s
again,

except for him.
 Nov 2015 Corina
Blair
Tear
 Nov 2015 Corina
Blair
Cold to the touch
I feel it rolling down
Like the trace of a finger
It leaves a trail
A temporary reminder
Of why it's there
I wipe it away
Knowing another will come
To take its place
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