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 Jun 2013 j
Lynn For Now
When the alarm sounds
I will wake,
Rub my eyes,
then see yours.
I woke up before you, so I shake you awake.

Press snooze

"Good morning"
groan "morning."

Cuddle these few minutes

30 minutes until class
27 minutes until class
22...

When the Alarm sounds,
We release each other.
Roll off of the bed,
Be pulled back onto the bed.
hands locked, legs entwined, lips sealed.

19 minutes until class...

Grab granola, cereal, juice,
Clothes... search for them.
Where did we throw them?

13 minutes until class...

Brush teeth, hair, grab deodorant,

10 minutes until class...

Come back you....

6 minutes until class....

I love you.  I'll see you after class.

**This is how I want to spend every morning.  I want to wake up beside you every morning, and embrace the day with you. Every morning and night is ours to share.  Every kiss, we dissolve into one.  We shall part in body, but never in spirit.
 Jun 2013 j
Maddie
Mirrors
 Jun 2013 j
Maddie
A mirror is a girl's worst enemy.
We know what pretty is,
But we don't see it in ourselves.
We know what ugly is,
And we see it everywhere in ourselves.
A mirror is just an object,
A piece of glass propped upon a door.
Why do we let that control our life?

You want to know why?
Because, frankly,
It displays the absolute truth.
It doesn't lie like so many people in this world.
It bends light,
But it doesn't bend the truth.
Girls become so obsessed in what that slab of glass displays:
A young girl,
Not yet 16.
A girl trying to find her strength behind the tears.
A girl trying to find her beauty behind her insecurities.
All because an inanimate object showed her something she didn't want to see.

But if you look deeper,
You will see that no "ugliness" is really worth it.
Ugliness should not be a factor in our life.
Whether you include someone or not shouldn't be based on beauty.
It should be based on character.
Once you come to terms with that,
You will be in control.
You can look past your "ugliness" in the mirror.
And when you look at that reflection,
You search deep into your soul.
You find yourself.
You learn to deal with what you got,
Even though you are not perfect.
Celebrate those imperfections
That the smudged mirror presented to you.
Because without them,
You just wouldn't be yourself.
They are what make you, you.
 Jun 2013 j
Diego pina
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 Jun 2013 j
Diego pina
Summer sunsets leave the skies that are blushing red, the sky is a mirror that the ocean reflects, the season of rebirth following falls death, if only the climate was the same in my head.

The sun stopped shinning the beauty of life hides, no flowers in the meadows or gardens they all died, the rain keeps pourin drownin my round eyes, my vision is blurry from all the smoke in the skies.

Earth is my mother my real mother died, time is my father, dads been in prison since five, numb from the same drug that ruined their lives, am i a victim of the grass not greener on the otherside.

I am part of the weather so i can not complain, like a traveler that interprets the plane, the world isnt mine i can only see through a day, and shine in the world to overcome all the pain

The chance that ill make its a million to one, in that million i feel ive won,  i feel distant from the world in a pun, cause its my mother, but i am the sun.
 Jun 2013 j
Kairee F
You see my thoughts as I do.
And before I get a chance to shout them to the world,
there you are, beating my declaration,
claiming your own.

Your eyes see right through me,
to the brick lain so heavily in cement.
Your breath is a tornado.
Your gaze is its storm.

Just as I’m beginning to think I have some grip on this world,
that I can make a difference,
that my life is a significant, precious jewel
so rare that even the richest of men wouldn’t waste me…
I see you again.
And I see a man so in tune with his talents,
yet so lost in them.
And everything else.

Stop reading my mind.
Stop understanding me.
Stop knowing me.

Because you don’t know me.
I convince myself of this over and over
until the words in my brain are moving so fast
that even I get dizzy
and must rest my weary eyes
‘til the morning sun evaporates every leftover
drop of dew that may have tainted my soil.

Until the clouds come again, my friend,
I have conquered my soul.
 Jun 2013 j
David
Confusion
 Jun 2013 j
David
So sweet
So kind
So beautiful
We fell in love
(I think)
So rude
So cruel
So... Beautiful
You broke my heart
(I know)
These puzzle pieces
Don't fit together
I'm so confused
My heart
Is heavy
So very sad
But it
Wasn't you
(You say)
You still
Love me
(You say)
What
Should I do?
So
Confused
 Jun 2013 j
Sally A Bayan
My blood pressure escalated
Upon sight of the messy living room.
There was clutter everywhere,
Even on the dining table.
The bedrooms weren't spared at all.

I went to the bathroom, I slid and hit the floor...
What's a ball doing inside the bathroom?
My eyebrows curled....but,
I refused to give in to the situation.

With a sigh, I went to the kitchen
To get coffee and a sandwich,
With marmalade and cheese....
As I opened the fridge,  an avalanche
Of cheese, butter and bread
Fell on my feet.

I was really upset by now, but,
I decided to print some recipes, instead
I loaded some paper into the paper tray,
But got stuck all the way.  Just as I suspected....
Carefully, I pulled out underneath the tray,
A ball pen, a pencil, and some sticks of crayolas.

Too much to take at this early hour, I told myself.
I sat on the sofa, smiled as I saw a photo of
Myself, with five beautiful girls.....sweet little angels....
I imagined their faces,  wearing naughty smiles,
Their antics,  and their tactics, as well, their mischief...
I thought that,
...........life is too short, time is fleeting............
...........also, I'm not getting any younger.............
...........precious moments rarely happen twice.......
...........they'll be young ladies soon enough........
...........the house would be too neat by then........
...........no more cookie crumbs on the carpet........
...........no more scattered toys and books on the floor......
...........no more writings on the wall,
...........disastrous games and all..........

I miss my five granddaughters already.......

Oh, what the heck!   I sat back and relaxed
Amidst the mess and clutter.....I closed my eyes,
Savoring moments of pleasure, past and present,
On a stressful day, like today........

Sally


Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Jun 2013 j
Rabia al Basri
Reality
 Jun 2013 j
Rabia al Basri
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
You know your fealin crushed
no drugs the systems flushed,
missin out  dancin molly
balled out ready I'mma dolly.
one chance for this dance.
***** dubby, fat drop.
keepit  comin cant stop.
just one sip then I'll dip,
one tab for a trip,
gotta cab,  from a tip
now I'm back givin lip    (      ".       ".     ) /
                                                                             I just want out,
    
  my old road route,
puff just a bowl,
  cuff on  parole.
                         bear pong,
                          my clear ****.
                                      mac miller the G song,





^^^^^just needing some one to talk too in this shelter :/
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