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Dying to come here from the opposite direction
Moving away from this place
They pushed their possessions in covered small wagons
With hands chafed and dry
No one ever thought they’d make it
When they started dying here
No one ever though they’d make it
But look they’re there
They have built their sanctuary
They have completed their mission
They’ve gone to the top of the mountain
And realized their vision
So many of them died
So many of them lived
So many born each day
So many
upon visiting Mormon Winter Quarters Cemetery (Omaha, Ne)
Secretly I wish to be eaten by a dinosaur
But I lock my door, counter-intuitively
If it’s the right dinosaur, she’ll rip my roof off
While I’m listening to Sezen Aksu
Coo Coo Cachoo
Self-referencing echo-chamber of doubts
Dinosaurs, mammoths
I **** science
If I was forced by the great hand of God
To hold up my face to the heat of the sun
I’d melt away and leave the pain behind
From that day on I’d bump into everything
I’d see the world for what it was beneath the light
I’d feel the warmth of a stranger’s voice
I’d touch a world that can’t be measured
By lines, and colors, and rays from space
Aren’t I there now?
Things we don’t recognize control us
Things we knock down are empowering
If we’d hold our eyes shut for a minute and listened
If we’d try to feel our way around
We’d see, all of existence is vibrating wildly
string theory/life
 Oct 2010 D Conors
Gabriela Abalo
One moment of pride
Unmasked the disgraceful lust
Releasing the auto imposed sloth
Impetus envy and gluttony were the driving force
Unleashing the wrath hidden within
Greedily buried and contained

I became an outcast
A skeptical sinner
Forever to walk on my own
Condemned to eternal damnation
Unless I repent

But I am just a human
Envious of the wind that can flow and be
Proud of who I am
Lusting for freedom
Sloth to follow the rules
Gluttonously enjoying each jiffy
Reacting with rage to the auto impose limits
Avariciously living

I am a human
An unleashed dreamer
Fully living
© Gabriela Abalo
 Oct 2010 D Conors
Morgan Percy
my purple shirt

far too big for me
but you used to fit my mother perfectly

the rip in your shoulder doesn't bother me
it tells of what has been

and even though you cant say much
I feel safe inside your fabrics touch

as a fall asleep tonight
my purple shirt I grasp tight
© Morgan Percy 2010
 Oct 2010 D Conors
Aiden C
Severance
 Oct 2010 D Conors
Aiden C
the beginning was a serrated dawn
past and imaginations folded
like the creased edges of a paper fan

raindrops were not calculated trajectories
I had once forced upon myself

but a distant memory
unbeknownst to those who never look past
the tide of their vision
impressions pressed into our days
duties followed; marching to the beat of predecessors

yet the tide rolls in
forevermore relinquishing celestial pull

twilight falls with grievances long overdue
the water births it's friction
straying from wind's course

the end was a planate dusk
chimeric chances and futures rejoiced
like the musical notes of the breeze
the paper fan now blew
©Aiden Crowe
Do you feel that weight?

So heavy on your shoulders,

Dragging you so far down.

The day always seems colder.



Is there anyone who cares?

When life is failing you,

Leaving you left so alone.

Never knowing what you're going through.



Are you too scared?

To ask help from a friend,

Afraid to try and take their hand.

Act fine, when it's all pretend.



When was the last time?

You were comforted, felt wanted,

That you had that warm embrace.

Before this moment of being haunted.



So are you fed up asking questions?

When no answers are coming your way,

As depression is in the same room.

And depression refuses to go away.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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