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 Dec 2014 Genesis'
Anusha Dommeti
While I wait for something to change,
My life, I will have to arrange.
While I wait for something profound,
I’ll have to look for happiness around.

While I wait for this journey to end,
Once in a while, my thoughts I will send;
Across the physical world that is,
Before I’m in those arms of his.

While I wait, what if I don’t realise?
What if I go through it all hypnotised?
I ask myself, what will it take;
Before something of myself I make?

While I wait, sometimes I think I’ve found,
What breaks me free, out of bounds.
Chemical reactions? Sometimes I wonder;
Because I’m back, making the same old blunders.

While I wait, you take pieces of me.
But I don’t change that much, you see.
Do I need the right question, or the right answer?
I jump from here to there, much like a dancer.

While I wait for the right experience,
For all of this to make more sense,
I lie here beneath the ladle in the sky,
And wave my shortcomings goodbye.
 Dec 2014 Genesis'
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cliff
 Dec 2014 Genesis'
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I'm sitting on the edge of a cliff just waiting for the ground underneath me to
g i v e
Maybe if I was more grateful.. maybe I just need to stop being so selfish and
g i v e
I should just take my life and let someone else have the responsibility. I will just
g i v e
g i v e
g i v e
Its all I can do other than taking.
 Dec 2014 Genesis'
Mallory Davis
I'm a nutjob waiting to be cracked
by someone with the decency and will
to put me out of my misery
my floors are ***** and though it
drives me crazy
instead of sweeping I
just stare at the piles of **** and
steam blows from my ears
I'm like that in the way where fixable
things get my blood boiling yet I
won't be the one to get it done
what's the point
another pair of shoes will drag in
more dirt tomorrow
I say I'll sweep then
It'd be more realistic to say
I'll just stare
 Dec 2014 Genesis'
Tiberias Paulk
Waste your cheap whispers on hollow bones, and forget all the blisters that got you home, blacken the chimney with warm sin, by skill very nimbly conceal within, and when it's frigid in winter and snow drove, you will still be gathering splinters for your old stove
 Dec 2014 Genesis'
Kimberly
His lips were soft.
  Her heart was big.
His shoulders were broad.
  Her actions were selfless.
His eyes were blue.
  Her words were deep.
He didn't think
  She was good enough to keep.
Because her hair was frizzed.
  Clothes were stale.
He told all his friends
She was "too pale".
But what he failed to see
  Was that on the inside.
He wanted all the things
  That true love doesn't need.
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