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 Jun 2013 Diane
am
Suddenly years have gone by,
Silent
Silent
Silent
Years.
Silent,
Yet so many thoughts.
So many thoughts
That I could never fathom.
I cannot control myself
I cannot contain my feelings.
Bottled up,
Hundreds
Thousands
Millions;
Millions of unsaid words
Thousands of untouchable,
Unreachable feelings.
And hundreds of distant friends.
My thoughts are scattered
Spread across many grey clouds
Soaring thousands of miles above my reach.
When will the rain fall
Making hundreds
Thousands
Millions
Of tiny puddles?
Stepped on puddles,
Unwanted puddles.
The cycle must begin again
And again,
As the grey clouds collapse.
We gain more puddles
More thoughts
More feelings.
Hundreds
Thousands
And millions of people
Trapped within the cycle of life.
I look for places
And things
And a life
That I've never even seen
Or heard of;
I am always searching.
So many people
Walk away.
Out of my sight,
Out of my life.
You are gone,
You are so distant
Hundreds
Thousands
Millions
Of miles away.
You are within the clouds,
Swimming within my thoughts
Within my each and every emotion
Yet
You are far above my reach.
And still,
Many years have gone by.
Silent
Silent
Silent
Years fly by.
How much longer will I go on
Without revealing my love for you?
-A.M.
 May 2013 Diane
AS
children
 May 2013 Diane
AS
How do you explain

to your children that the

horrors of the world are real?

How will I tell my son, We

found a place you can call home but

your bus might not make it to school.

Do not look too Jewish in this part of town

Do not play in the train station

Do not get used

to the weight

of a machine gun.

Or look my

daughter in the eye and say, someday

you might say “no” and someone stronger than you might

not listen

You will not tell me

Know that this happens a lot

Know that your wrists pinned against a

backboard will

echo in the way you move your hands

for as long as you let it

But

human hands aren’t as heavy as metal shackles

And I’m so sorry

but I won’t be able to

take the weight for you

You’ll wake up in the morning

That I can promise you

You’ll wake up

and your lungs will fill with air

whether you tell them to or not.

One day

I will hold someone

small, with my face

and they’ll cry and I’ll say,

*I know.

I know you’re tied with little yarn strings to the last life

I know it hurts to be here and

(honestly)

you’re never going back

But

the older you get the less you’ll remember

what it was like

before you had a body

when you were made of ash and infinite light

You’ll convince yourself you live here and

that your hands are you,

But remember that once you were boundless

Inside my body, without yours.
 May 2013 Diane
andy fardell
Conversation failed him
In her eyes a vacancy looked
My way
Her life was consumed by his wallet
Which in turned consumed her whole

Such a shame that those beautiful eyes
Were lost
Hidden behind plastic lies
With a body made of crystal
Her sway left no doubt of its value

We shared a stare
This  look
My nod
I knew her
She needed hope not gold
Love not diamonds
This seed of hers needed to blossom
With a purpose
That he could never understand

My audible sigh faded into the
Stained walls of her prison
I knew these rags could never pave
Her way  
The dance of the butterflies would
Never come
So alone I must fly
Once again
 May 2013 Diane
Gary Foreman
Scars
 May 2013 Diane
Gary Foreman
There lives in this world a flame
It burns with a wild and free spirit
But with grace and gentleness
Captivating, beauty personified
It doesn't roar but it purrs
My life was blessed to have been touched by its soul
When the world saw to test my body and break my will
The flame would comfort, caress and embrace me
No matter the trials I faced it's warmth would empower me
If I was far from home it would guide back to its love
In my arrogance I forgot to tend the flame
It needed fuel to burn so bright
Compassion, Understanding and a foundation
Without these a gap began to form between us
Now it caresses and comforts someone else
And I am left alone in the never ending dark
A void and dessolate dark
Where I have no protection from harsh realities and demons
What was once majestic fire has manifested itself nightmares
I can still sense the flicker of the flame
Dancing its delicate dance with him
Closing my eyes I reach out to it
But the very force that once sheilded me from hurt
Becomes the very impliment to inflict it
Burning and scolding with a fury to match its beauty
Every lash feels like my death coil
But still I reach out
Hoping, praying that I will be once again envolpoed in its refuge
I know it is through my own carelessness
That my hands are covered in scars
But still I reach out
When I ask myself if should continue, all I can answer is
I regret my failure
I regret that I only have two hands to butcher
 May 2013 Diane
Kacie
Please?
 May 2013 Diane
Kacie
Please,
Help me.

Its in me now.
And its fatal.

You know that right?
That you're the reason I'm slowly dying.
And you keep giving me more
As I slowly become more and more dependent on it.

Like a ****** with a fix;
At first joyful, then guitly.

I tried to stop it.

To get it out like ******* the poison from a snake bite.

Why would you do this to me?
I thought you loved me.

But I guess that's the problem.
 May 2013 Diane
Kacie
Sweet Hell
 May 2013 Diane
Kacie
You were forever on my mind.

Your eyes,
Your dimples,
Your entire ******* face.

I stopped thinking for me
And started to think for you.

Will he like this shirt?
He won't like me if I gain anymore weight.
Does he prefer my hair up or down?

I should have ran then.

Now here I sit
Watching the waves roll in,
Completely devoid of emotion.

I've cried my heart out until i could cry no more.
I decided then to pack away my heart.

I wrapped it up in the newspaper from last Sunday.
The one that mentioned all the graduating seniors.
I whimpered a little when I read your name.

Then I placed it in a cardboard box.
I ****** in a deep breath when I realised
That box had your mixtapes in them.

I shoved the box that held my heart into the back of my closet;
The one you hid in when my parents came home unexpectedly.

I take a few deep breaths whenever I see that box.

I remember taking a sharpie and writing a few words on the top.

NEVER TRUST A BOY WITH GREEN EYES AND A GUITAR.
 May 2013 Diane
amt
Not knowing
 May 2013 Diane
amt
I like you.
Or at least I like who I am when I'm with you.
When I look into your eyes,
I'm on a different planet.
I've always liked you...
Even before everyone else did.
I still do...
And I don't know if its worse if you know,
Or worse if you don't.
 May 2013 Diane
TJ
Untitled
 May 2013 Diane
TJ
there is something so comforting when you look at me
as if your eyes hold the answers to my questions
your arms surround me
and with anyone else i would panic
afraid they would soon crush me
but you i know
pull me into a deep embrace to build me up
you may not know that even just your smile
will keep me walking mile after mile
and though we are far away most days
the times when we are close
keep all the fear away.

darling I love you

— The End —