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This is a prelude to a journey,
Across the waters to the Eastern banks,
Where old friends wait to greet me,
I'll await you across the sea.
The winds run their ice hands on my skin,
Resurfacing memories I had imprisoned,
Locked away in my mind,
The cage has been broken into,
Fear is a set of keys that opens my box of nightmares,
Now they run around,
Projecting suppressed images into my mind.
Mind over matter.
Mind over body.
But the mind is free willed,
And when the nightmares begin,
There is no waking up,
There is silence at the end of the line,
When all I need is a whisper,
There is emptiness.
When the fireplace will save me from the ice,
The doors are shut,
And no matter how many bells I ring,
No matter how bruised my knuckles are,
Nobody answers my prayer.
My legs give away beneath me,
Spiraling down,
I plummet face down,
Into a world I was afraid of,
A world of fears,
A world of tears,
The way out is across the sea,
I will await you my love,
Put your ears to my heart,
There is only silence.
 Jan 2014 Guss
Ellen
Sinking
 Jan 2014 Guss
Ellen
This feeling. You can’t describe it. But you can feel it.
Imagine being half a foot, looking up from the surface of the ocean.
You can see the light, the sun, the sky. You can almost breathe the air the world has to offer.
But in reality, you aren't breathing.

You’re sinking.
You’re tied down by these invisible, almost nonexistent chains.
You can’t see these restrictions but you know, you can feel that they’re there.
Slowly, six inches turns into a foot, then two, three, four… ten
until the light starts to fade.

It’s not complete darkness, but you know the end will come, probably not soon,
but you know the result will be death.
The lack of oxygen, this sharp pain in your lungs, your head, doesn't go away.
It accumulates, then multiplies, it never stops increasing.

Time passes, and now you know there is no hope of being saved, being rescued by others.
Maybe there are people at sea, searching for you, hoping to revive you,
but you will never know because you have pushed yourself too deep.

You will never accept their help because you no longer can.
You have already given up on yourself, nobody or thing will be able to save you,
if you do not want to be saved.

The only thought that crosses your mind is when you are going to die.
You are longing for the end result because you can’t take this anymore.
Death seems like a better option than suffering.
That’s when you realize, things won’t get better.
It will only get worse

The moment you feel like you are about to sink to the bottom of the ocean,
you realize it is just a current,
because there are still ways to go until you hit the depth of the endless matter of darkness.

Along the way, you meet others experiencing the same situation as you,
but both of you can only watch each other suffer and sink.
When you try to help each other, the weight of two drags you both lower,
knowing to end the pain faster.

The pain becomes worse as your body physically and mentally starts to deteriorate.
You know you are about to crack,
you know the end is almost here.
As you land in a stage of limbo,
a phase of nothingness

You finally realize that you have hit the deepest of the rock bottoms.
That is when the pain and suffocation finally rush away from your body.
It’s finally over.
This is my life.
 Jan 2014 Guss
Dennis Scherle
Maybe
 Jan 2014 Guss
Dennis Scherle
lately my world has come to a halt
and i hold it all in as my own fault
change can be good but deep down I'm scared
I'm scared to think that someone could actually care

Even though I had friends and family growing up
I felt alone, hidden in my head with no one home
I made the dark hole I lay in as I thought my heart was stone, but in the end I'm the one who believed I had nothing to give

in my head I had absolutely no reason to live
but now maybe I have to let go and myself is who I have to forgive, I held hate for far to long sang one to many sad songs, maybe I have to realize that I found a place I could maybe belong

to the girls who helped me change. Thank you I owe everything even when my heart is stained.
I will try to fix the hurt I made, it's weird to think a a few hours of sleep a night 4 months ago was impossible and the possibility of me living past thirty was improbable.

3 grams of caffeine a day is no number for any human to play. the beautiful brown hair girl took it away to think I should stay.  This beautiful girl showed me I deserve to live. maybe I do have more then nothing to give

I am someone, I am more then my designers make and model I'm more then my belly or bad grammar I'm more then the bad things I see and maybe one day I think I can be happy with being me.

to that beautiful brown hair brown eyed girl I love you I'm sorry I put up a fight every night and I pray everyday to see your smile shine bright maybe one day I hope to see your right maybe one day ill actually get to hold you at night
 Jan 2014 Guss
Will Griffiths
Darkness touches everything as if it's a blanket laid down to cover the world.
Fog has thickened the air and made distant lights struggle to be seen.
Coldness heightens my senses as the quiet and crisp air freezes all in sight.
This walk has surely brought calmness and peace to my weary soul.
Great trees scarcely seen amidst the haze tower above and daunt me.
Eyes of the forest watch my every move as I humbly dare to pass.
Yet one light shines down with more overwhelming power than the noon Sun.
A full moon has brightened the dark and punches through the fog.
Oh how I wish I could reach that untouchable, unknowable peace of distance.
My mind wanders for just a moment, it takes me away far from this chaos.
Looking down to a blue marble of Earth, absolute silence heard for a first time.
Breath trembles and heart flickers as my love for the serene is realized.
Tears fill my eyes and I quiver at the thought, I will never know this calm.
Awake now and reality brushes my wish aside, yet this darkness reminds me.
To know peace I must see trouble, without light I won't adore the dark.
Perhaps the world's beauty is enough for me yet, and life's chaos will surely bring me peace.
 Jan 2014 Guss
Brooke Bello
The girl who never goes out,
We coin as no fun.
However she comes from a family
Where money was tight
And stresses were high.
She just wishes for a better life.

The boy who dresses well,
We coin as gay.
However he really just enjoys fashion
And loves people
No matter the ***.
He hopes for the world to be
More accepting than his broken father.

The guy who is quiet,
We coin as antisocial.
As if he didn't have enough trouble already
Forcing himself into his own introvert.
All he asks for is for kids to be
informed.

But most of all,
The girl who is always smiling,
We coin as happy.
When in reality the only happy thing about her
is her smile.
She keeps it together for the likes of others
And prays for a better tomorrow.
 Jan 2014 Guss
Red Fox
Desire
 Jan 2014 Guss
Red Fox
For so long this has been my home
now I'm broken and bruised and all alone
a split decision, a second in time
determines my fate, find Nirvana or die

Livin day to day is not the way to stay sane
I should know the bottle doesn't heal
I've been at it for 18 hundred and 28 days, straight
that's a lot of poison and it goes right to the brain
the pain, I can't feel it, it's insane

And round and round I go, again and again
failure after failure like it wasn't a sin
unpredictable as fire, desire
I just wanna get higher and higher

I know I should stop this, it's crazy, absurd
I'm disturbed, I need help with the cure
my body may be here but my mind is gone
so long to this path, another has begun

Don't **** it up this time, don't dare ***** it up
gotta keep your head high and don't be tough
follow your heart, you know it the best
and you know it will lead you to your greatest success
 Jan 2014 Guss
Emily Larrabee
You laugh like I imagine an angel would
Your smile is like seeing the most beautiful sunset in the world
Your hair is perfect way too perfect
but I feel as though its not the outside of you that I love the most
it's that no matter how busy you are you have time to at least say "hi"
You make me smile more than I have in a while
The first time I saw you we had a staring contest across the cafeteria
You started putting your hands behind your head
I tried to do the same thing
But it felt awkward to me
I put them down and so my eyes went
I looked up and smiled and you smiled back
You're honest and sincere
And in my eyes you can do no wrong
All in all
You're amazing and smart
I'm so happy for you
This is how I see you
as you
well the you that I have seen so far

© 2013 Emily Larrabee. Legally Copyrighted, all rights reserved
knock knock... who's there ? daisy. Daisy who. Daisy me rolling the hating
It all started after two deaths struck the family
The house was devastated it happened so quickly
They were still in mourning coping with the shock
When was heard their presence the eerie nightly knocks!

The sadness was soon replaced by a sense of horror
Footsteps were heard with none on the corridor
The lights went off their own stones pelted from nowhere
Doors banged without a gale lost things weren’t anywhere!

Ashes dumped on food filled jug was soon empty
Wastes lay littered in rooms locked and debarred entry
Nights were spent sleepless each stayed on bed awake
Praying for the knockings to stop arrival of daybreak!

The terrorized house lay numb without a key to the mists
Till they had them enough the pranks of the evil spirits
Too long was going this at their cost the ghostly ruckus
Not deterred by one’s boastful claim we got a gun with us!

When the unwanted visitors showed no signs of retreat
Priests were summoned to drive out the evil spirits
They said not one but the house is playing host
To not one evildoer but a bunch of malevolent ghosts!

They performed for three days got bagful royal treat
Then they were gone but the visitors didn’t retreat
It was by now known they would go on till
Their mission accomplished they could close the deal!

One day it all stopped as suddenly as did start
Quietly they left sprightly souls did depart
But also found were gone with the phantoms’ revelry
Grandpa’s saved gold coins all Grandma’s jewelry!
the incident not entirely fictitious, the characters not entirely imaginary.
 Jan 2014 Guss
Jaya Gumatay
3 am
 Jan 2014 Guss
Jaya Gumatay
It’s 3:08 AM and I’m lying in bed thinking of what could have been,
Wondering whether or not the constellations in the night sky have shifted
And even though they probably haven’t,
I wonder why everything beneath it has changed.
I can’t seem to sleep without these thoughts,
The thoughts of infinity and oblivion,
The feeling of an abysmal eternity,
Consuming me from the inside out.
While everything seems to end,
There’s always something else coming out of it,
Something precious and something extraordinary.
I don’t know when I’ll be at peace with this temporality;
It’s almost as if my mind’s its own universe,
With all the neurons and nerves all interconnected to form blazing suns for other planets
And galaxies too far beyond reach for me to even fathom.
It’s 3:15 now and I’m still wondering how we came to be,
How we got here in the first place,
And I don’t know the answer to my own question.
I want to know why the Creator made me,
Made you,
Made us.
I want to know why He put us here on this god forsaken planet,
And why He deemed it was necessary for us to find a connection within each other,
Underneath all the other galaxies of the universe.
I want to know why,
But He won’t give me the answer either.
It’s been 18 minutes past 3 am,
The hour of which most spirits are awake,
And I’m hoping that I’ll get to cross paths with my loved one once more,
And I’m hoping that you’re up late at night wondering about me too.
I can’t sleep and I don’t know if I want to
Because all I will think about when I close my eyes is how stupid it is that I can’t even answer my own questions
And I can’t even figure out why I was here in the first place
And why I’m so angry at you when I shouldn’t be.
I just want this temporality to cease these unanswered questions and let me go to sleep,
But even I can’t escape from the universe that unravels once my eyes close.
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