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 Dec 2012 Grace
Tyler G
Toi
 Dec 2012 Grace
Tyler G
Toi
Je ne plus comprendre comment aimer.
Toi,
t'as parti sans moi.
Tu m'avais laisser dans la rue sans un pull,
sans une tête,
sans un cœur.
Tu l'as pris comme la diable que tu es.
Mais,
je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime.
Je ne comprends pas comment tu peux pas m'aimer comme je t'aime,
ma belle.
On peux changer le monde entier.
Toi,
tu peux changer ma vie simplement avec un regarde
de tes yeux trop bleu.
Les yeux de la mer.
Les yeux bleu comme la mer et violent comme des vagues.
Les vagues intensifs qui cognes sur le sable de mon cœur.
Si je peux m’arrêter de t'aimer, je le ferai,
mais,
comme je peux jamais arrêter de t'aimer,
ici je resterai, tout seul avec mon tasse de thé vert.
 Dec 2012 Grace
Tyler G
Planes
 Dec 2012 Grace
Tyler G
"Planes are mysterious" she told me.
I've taken my fair share of plane rides on various distances,
but I never understood the mystery.

"They take you so far away
so quickly."

"A creepy house,
a dead animal on the side of the road,
uncles,
and politics are mysterious."

"Then you don't understand the joy," she says,
"Of packing a bag and leaving.
The next time you talk to people,
you're a hundred, or a thousand miles away.
That's the mystery."

"Where will you be tomorrow?" I demanded.
 Dec 2012 Grace
Jene'e Patitucci
if it’s too hard to say it
then show me
but if you don’t mean it
don’t whisper it in my ear
hidden between your breaths
rhythmic and in time
as your body lies to me
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci
 Dec 2012 Grace
jeff yang
Untitled
 Dec 2012 Grace
jeff yang
Speaking a mind of differences
seeking to find signs of weaknesses
Believe what you believe in
Recieve what you're receiving
remember what you choose
Remember who you lose
The path is yours to take
The choice is yours to make
But we all have differences
We all have ears to listen with
We all have eyes to witness it
We all have lives to live in it
But we all have differences
 Dec 2012 Grace
Danielle Rose
Everything I wanted
was placed into my lap
and I watched it unfold before me
gift wrapped in black
and my smile began fading
gradually
like some spoiled little twit
The more it began to reveal itself
The more distraught I'd get
"Look! Its just what you've asked for!"
The universe ,
so unbiased and eager to please
as overflowing wishing wells brought me
to my knees
I screamed

"PLEASE JUST TAKE IT BACK!!"
 Dec 2012 Grace
Danielle Rose
Wells overflow
due to black stars
Wishes falling flat
Leaving traces of tire marks
Fate treads upon a corpse
and I wonder how long I have
to play dead
Before this mauling stops
Fight or Flight
I'll surely depart
what a shame
to fancy the otherside
of the moon
 Dec 2012 Grace
Emily Rogan
With the sweet melancholy of time
comes the beautiful notion of nostalgia.
We grasp moments of shared joy and freedom-
beacons of hope that forever altered our souls.
And with such recollection
we finally fathom the value of those around us.
And we realize
it is our souls who must surrender
when our bodies are broken and worn.
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