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The colours of life
Are those filled with strife
All shades of gray
Is what some have to say

But others yet
See only hate
Forget their lies
They are in a fatal state
It is one of frustration
Only curable by fate

But why look so glum?
Look outside, the sky holds the sun
Life is full of love
Of glories untold
Create your own happiness dear
Life is only fool's gold
Beheld in the eyes of a stranger
Before the setting sun meets it's destination
 Feb 2012 gg
Wuji
Sappy Love Poem
 Feb 2012 gg
Wuji
She's a freak,
She's quite meek,
And her cheeks,
Are divine.
Not sure,
If it's love,
But is that a crime?
To like,
A little crush,
On a girl so cute.
I barely know,
Much about her,
But I'd gladly,
Change that truth.
So let's sit,
On a couch,
And watch some movies.
Get to know each other better,
Or maybe you might,
Just slip me some roofies.
I guess that works too,
But if you go,
That route,
May I say,
No need,
To drug me,
I won't complain.
I want,
To be,
Awake,
For you.
Twisted love poem? Yes.
 Feb 2012 gg
Jenna Andrews
You call yourself a friend?

You point out my flaws,
Every chance you get.
You start drama,
Just to make me upset.
You only talk about you,
And shut me down.
You sit there and complain,
But get angry if I frown.
You claim I'm asking for pity,
Because I'm depressed.
You say my life isn't bad,
And I'm just stressed.
You won't even ask,
What is going on with me,
You only care if you're involved,
Otherwise you will flee.

I cry suicide and you swore,
That I was an attention *****.

I'm asking for you to care,
But I hope you're aware,
That you're a *****.
You'll be that way until the end.
But you will continue to say that you're a friend?
 Feb 2012 gg
Amanda Small
I would rather sit back and watch Scrubs than go out tonight.

throw my hair in a bun, put on my glasses and read to my lover.

press my cold toes into bare shins
I want to interlock fingers.
sit back-to-back and guess which knee he has cradled to his chest.

I want life to be simply complicated.

forget how many seconds make up an ounce.
I want hours to be measured in irrational numbers.

making shadow puppets on our naked chests,
we make breathing look like an art form.

knotted ribs and hip bones

...

that's all we really are.
 Feb 2012 gg
Waverly
Koolaid
 Feb 2012 gg
Waverly
I spike my Koolaid,
with *****,
and pour in
too many blue packets
until it is black and icy
and whales of clotted powder
bob at the surface.

I am trying to close this gap;

trying to bridge this form,
and break your reflection
hovering at my hips.

But
in weeks
or just a few days
I have lost you.

The carcasses float to the bottom.

I get drunk
and fall asleep
to a singing blue tv
calling me to the deeps.
 Feb 2012 gg
T R H
Untitled
 Feb 2012 gg
T R H
I've polished off my secret stash of pills
I've drank all of the alcohol in the house
Now all I have left
is to actually feel.

****.
 Feb 2012 gg
Jae Elle
on my better days I am
a gypsy songbird
addicted to
dying my hair unnatural
colors
wearing too much
jewelry
& swaying my hips to the
Counting Crows or
Queens of the Stone Age

on my scarier days I am
a modified hermit
addicted to
hard liquor and coffee
daydreaming about the things that
will never be mine
& blaring sad piano ballads
about rotten, undignified, but
true, true love

on my normal days
I am a mommy
my son will be a year old on
Sunday
& he is my entire soul
I am addicted to
his dimples
his laughter
& watching him sleep

if anyone were to
ever tell a tale of the
dear Latham girl, they would
have to say
"Well, didn't you know?
Davy Martin
saved his mama's life."
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