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You can't hold the short arm of the clock
and call it yesterday.
This is what I've learned this year. I think we've all grown up in ways we don't want to admit.

And in the end we're always more lost than ever found. But isn't that what life is all about? Finding your way back to yourself.

Happy new year everyone.
I hope joy gets your address right this time.
 Dec 2016 Eric Martin
Emma Katka
when I'm falling in
I get addicted
like sin I can't stop comitting
and ask myself for forgiveness
and say i'm quitting
every time
as if I honestly believe
it will not happen again,
but I know how I am with men...
I need all of you,
borderlining
on possibly devouring you
can't be less than creepy
I inject you under my skin
willingly
I like to feel itchy
want you to scratch me
got that craving
for your attention
your affection
for everything else I purposely don't mention
because I'm passive aggressive
and a little slow motion
while moving in too quick
enough to make me feel sick
because
romance makes me feeling like dying
but
enough to make me want it,
all or nothing
Every time she sees a cactus, her heart cracks back open, bleeding hurt all over her insides. The hurt colors her vision, dulling vibrancy to a lackluster grayscale. It muffles her hearing, deadening melody to a lifeless buzz. It desensitizes her tastebuds, quashing wine to stagnant water. It numbs her skin, anesthetizing the insides of her elbows to empty hollows. But her heart is not dulled, deadened, quashed, or anesthetized. Her heart is a throbbing, fiery ache of pain, longing for the desert.
 Dec 2016 Eric Martin
carolyn
I constantly feel like I'm running out of time,
the fine grains of it slipping through my fingers like sand,

like a drop of rain in the Sahara, I search for some relief,
some feeling of completion or satisfaction.

but instead I am met
with deadline after deadline
of work that I love to do

so I toil relentlessly
to hold onto the sand
as the wind blows furiously around me.
this was too poetic for me
 Dec 2016 Eric Martin
Kaley
Trust is a responsibility to yourself,
Knowing who an what to trust is hard...

Trust can Be broke so Easily,
an Built back up so slow...

It take's 1 second to break trust,
An years to Rebuild it!!

Be careful People...
know what to do...

Be wise an justified with your words...

This is what I do... Some advice to you!

Don't trust just anyone,
Be cautious an beware,
there's people out there...
who just don't care!!

I don't trust anyone...until they give me a reason too!!
I watch what they say an do...To see if there loyal, to me an to others too!!

Trust is an Honor...
An If you gain any from me...
You should know your special...
An with That Trust we share...
That means im there for you till the end...

Unless you break The Trust that I once gave...
Don't come back crying to me...
pray that I have Some faith to give you any Grace...

An maybe if you do right...an gain my trust back..
(which probably wont be in a long time...)
(That doesn't mean I wont care...)
but if you do... Your pretty lucky...
Cause I only trust very few!!!

I Believe in Second chances...
I believe everyone matters...
but I don't have to trust you..
unless you give me a reason too!...
 Dec 2016 Eric Martin
Kaley
My interest in music has always caught my eye...
ever since I was born with ears,  
Music has always been a delight!

Music is a work of Art,
A way of communication,
A way of learning...

I believe in music like fairy tales...

Music is my dream come true,
A magical mystery stirred up everywhere...

The sound of music - dedicated to my ears,
travels afar, an travels near...

Everywhere I go, music is everywhere,
can be made out of anything,
Created an creative it is an will be...

It is but a thought of a sense, doing it's job,
Intellectually creative, of Noise's everywhere!!
 Dec 2016 Eric Martin
Kaley
I Know..
 Dec 2016 Eric Martin
Kaley
I know your deepest thoughts
I know your darkest days
I know your endless words-
-you are gonna say!

I know Who you are
I see in your soul,
I hear every thing -
-you've ever been told!

Lift your head a little higher,
Raise your thoughts above the negative,
Spread the love like wild fire,
know that Hope will fall like rain,..

Just because I know everything will be okay!!
 Dec 2016 Eric Martin
Blossom
Crosshatched tower of black ropes
Spiral towards poofy marshmallow clouds
A tempation for each passing youth
To gather around in crowds
All together the creatures, they climb
Grasping rope and some stranger's limb
Bodies fall to the earth like potato sacks
No limits in order to win...
Passed by a playground structure in which there was a 50 ft rope tower that lead to a slide. At least 40 kids were scrambling up this thing trying to get there first ans every time this one kid got up she would scream "I WIN". Also while there some little boy fell off from like 20 feet up, got tangled in the ropes, and other kids trampled him until his parent rescued him. crazy how animalistic we are.
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