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 Apr 2014 J
Samantha McConnell
Fear.
 Apr 2014 J
Samantha McConnell
It will start slowly, the way these things often do
It won’t feel slow; in fact, it will seem sudden.. you’ll wake up and look over at the space next to you and think that something must have snapped in the night.
But it didn’t happen there. It couldn’t have*
You’ve long since abandoned the possibility that anything could happen in your sleep.
It will happen in the absence, in the nights they spent with their friends and you with yours. It’s good for you, you’ll rationalize. Everyone needs to spend some time apart.
But time apart can tear you apart if you’re not careful, and slowly you will forget how to stitch yourself back together, how to return at the end of the day and fit yourself back into the crook of their neck, into the space between their arm and body like you never even left.
The hole you once occupied will close up slowly as you take more and more time to yourself, and it will begin to feel uncomfortable and tight and strange.
But we’re only human and we pick at wounds and scabs, and see wet paint and feel the irresistible need to touch it. Because we’re curious. Because we can’t leave well enough alone. Because when we see friction, we want to see the reaction.
When we fall in love, we don’t do it with an endpoint in mind, no expiration date on the horizon. To fall in love is to do the impossible, to promise the one thing you can’t really promise.
 Apr 2014 J
Zoe
Along the Pathway
 Apr 2014 J
Zoe
All along the pathway,
covered in snow and ice;
I walked alone, but I
found God was with me!

...
"...for he hath said, I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." Heb. 13:5
I tend to forget this sometimes.
 Apr 2014 J
Vanessa Gatley
Spring
 Apr 2014 J
Vanessa Gatley
When spring comes i feel as i'm a new person
           I dont know what it does but i see the world in a new view
                     the birds singing till dust has dawned in they get my mind
                on a song I like i can feel through my heart
                                i see love in a ugly way meaning its better somehow
 Apr 2014 J
M Raowler
Pens
 Apr 2014 J
M Raowler
This desk is my island,
This pen; my sailboat,
My mind is the captain,
Exploring the world,

But,
I can never get far enough,
To know myself,
There’s too many miles,

Words can’t cover them all,

I barely know who I am,
Or even what I want,
Or if what I do; will mean a thing.

Though at times,
I am alone,
Others; I am not

I am my own worst enemy,

And my own best friend,

I could sail forever on this pen,
To a sea; misshapen and insecure,
To try and be sure,
Of an answer which may not,
Even be there.

But of this; I swear,

Whatever ship carries me,
To wherever you may be,
Whatever treasures,
I have to bare,
However adorned,
With all my scars and tears:

It’s all for you,
I reveal my insides,
I sift through the oceans,
And clear the skies,
I sail for you; my dear,
Until my last pen dies.
 Apr 2014 J
casey
you ; me
 Apr 2014 J
casey
you; you were my
once in a lifetime,
a twisted prince charming
with cigarette scented shirts
bloodshot eyes
words cloaked in alcohol
that soothed as they stung.
and me; I guess I
was all too impressionable
the bloodshot eyes
and dilated pupils
that match your own
all too much.
But in our prime
(which was all too short)
I was your princess
My carriage being your car
my tiara being your kiss.
But, unlike the fairy tales
there was no happily ever after
for us.
and inevitably
my glass slipper broke;
just like me
 Apr 2014 J
Deana Luna
there is a struggle to be in control.
contained.
to keep him happy.
to indulge myself.
the routine broke. it’s breaking.
consistency is a fleeting temptress with eyes reflecting your most controlling self. i will step out of this realm. transcendence of self and *******.
look within myself and past lovers fights tears kisses strife when you called me this and i you that.
pull out pick apart deconstruct.

- reconstruct-
what you wanted and what really happened.
where we were and who we have become.

you can not watch it through your window.
moody
you can not watch it patiently from your lonely tower.
dive into the mess. consume. burn.
burn it in.
this. this is all you’ve got.
burn in the mess consume and be consumed.

are you exposing yourself to true pain?
stayed faithful what is faithful.
stayed true what is truth.

do not look away.
eyes will get smeared. soft tears and daggered realities.
do not shield your eyes.
do not pretend you did not see it.
do not pretend it did not hurt.

i don’t want you to read my poetry and say ‘aw’.
 Apr 2014 J
Axiana
I only ask for chocolate flavoured beats
And music the texture of melting ice cream
Just whisper something that is deliciously
In a tone that reacts with me perfectly
Make me feel a secret summer breeze
Inspiring me to create promises I might keep
While swimming in pastel splashed harmonies
I pull away from the borders of my dreams
No longer waiting for the perfect time to leap
Because there just might be
Within 7 minutes of melodies
A hidden pair of wings
Some old rusted keys
Floating in these deep
Soft songs of luxuries
 Apr 2014 J
Shin
I felt the warmth caress my cheek like
the light of heaven radiating down
on me. Looking up I saw my mother,
with eyes blue, and a dress smudged by her youth.
Laughter and love streaked down my face and it
could be said this moment was infinite
in all of its grandeur. But we knew of
this falsehood, for god left for the stars and
you were my angel, but the men took you
too. They marched in; their tin guns rattling
to a tune I didn't know. The storm grew
on until finally, I looked and saw
mother taken into its gaping maw.
My limp retreat, hastened by the need to
escape the reality laid before
me.
As the sad scurried escape continued,
I felt my most intimate seams begin
to tear. The contents of my creator spilling
onto the cold ground. Those tin toy soldiers
surrounded me, and I realized something.
“A ragdoll can't flee”
With an air of vengeance, I took their bait;
biting down on the cursed fruit bestowed
to me by our nonexistent savior.
With a smile I split my seam and screamed out
to all the fallen toys, and fallen joys.
“Hush now men, mother, and me this is life;
this is love, and can't you see what it doe-”
My thought grew dark as a cold tin soldier
finished the job, and I joined my mother
within the ash.
I felt the warmth caress my cheek like
the light of heaven radiating down
on me. Looking up I saw my mother,
with eyes blue, and a dress smudged by her youth.
Laughter and love streaked down my face and it
could be said this moment was infinite
in all of its grandeur. But we knew of
this falsehood, for god left for the stars and
you were my angel, but the men took you
too. They marched in; their tin guns rattling
to a tune I didn't know. The storm grew
on until finally, I looked and saw
mother taken into its gaping maw.
My limp retreat, hastened by the need to
escape the reality laid before
me.
As the sad scurried escape continued,
I felt my most intimate seams begin
to tear. The contents of my creator spilling
onto the cold ground. Those tin toy soldiers
surrounded me, and I realized something.
“A ragdoll can't flee”
With an air of vengeance, I took their bait;
biting down on the cursed fruit bestowed
to me by our nonexistent savior.
With a smile I split my seam and screamed out
to all the fallen toys, and fallen joys.
“Hush now men, mother, and me this is life;
this is love, and can't you see what it doe-”
My thought grew dark as a cold tin soldier
finished the job, and I joined my mother
within the ash.
A poem written, and obstructed for class.
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