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 Dec 2013 Gwen Johnson
Ann Beaver
I'm a black ash candle flame
Sheets made of sandpaper
Skin made of bugs
Nails on a chalkboard
Love pulls and tugs
When you're around,
I yearn to build
Rock solid block
Out all the sun.
I yearn to put my hand on yours
But I'm afraid it'll melt.
A cascade of butterflies soar
Orange air
Burns to black ash
By candle flame.
 Dec 2013 Gwen Johnson
Ann Beaver
White silhouette pin pricked
Against darkness, licked
Like salt from in between teeth
Blood is made of iron
Can't you taste it?
Blue and red siren
Through the front door window
Coffee on the ground
Smells like the sound
Of you leaving through the door.
He tells everyone you're dead
But the only thing that's changed
Is your head

White silhouette pin pricked
They've all been tricked.
I sometimes wish I had a one track mind, in a good way not bad
I wish I had a better ability to multitask, instead I get easily distracted
If there is too much noise it affects my ability to concentrate
If I'm too bored my mind might wander
If it's important I try to force myself to ponder
If given to many instructions in too short of time
I get confused
I don't want to lose sight of what I must learn
I yearn to do my best
I guess I need to cope with all the rest
I am experiencing some new job stress
She was so cold, I'm surprised her words weren't froze
She was so cold, her nose, if she sneezed might make snow
She was so cold, I have a feeling an icicle might be on the ceiling
I wonder why the so called expert lacked Human emotion
She was so cold, I think if she had a potion, it would turn to ice
She was so cold, I think being nice is foreign to her
She was so cold, she gave me the chills
She was so cold, that being near her i felt ill
She was so cold, I wish someone would have turned on the heat
even though it was summer
One time I had to meet with a so called expert and this is how i felt.
Some days I feel young
Some days I feel old
Some days I feel shy
Some days I feel bold
Some days I strive to be my best
Some days I feel like life is a test
Some days go good
Some days go bad
Some days I'm happy
Some days I'm sad
Some days I even get mad
Some days I cry
Some days I sing
I will wait to see what today will bring
 Dec 2013 Gwen Johnson
annmarie
I know a girl
who leaves lunch early,
earbuds in one hand,
history book tucked into the other,
who gets reclusive in big groups
and would rather spend a Friday night
reading with a teacup nearby
than out at a party.
Not when she sings.
When Maddie sings,
she shines,
and all of her nerves
seem to melt away in the first verse
as she shows everyone
how amazing she is in her element.

I know a girl
with really long legs,
who still crawls up the stairs sometimes
and trips over her own feet
more often than anybody I know.
Not when she dances.
When India dances,
she's dazzling,
and her smile is the brightest onstage
and you can just tell
through her incredible grace and radiance
that this is what she's truly passionate about.

I know a girl
who loves meeting new people,
but gets really awkward
the second time you talk to her,
because after introductions
she has no idea what to talk about
and has never been skilled
at articulating what she wants to say.
Not when she writes.
When I write,
the words just spill from my pen
until before long
I've found a way to take my thoughts
and turn them into something I hope
is worth leaving behind for the world.

I know a girl
who isn't nearly as confident
as she should be.
She puts a lot of thought
into how people see her
and watches all her words
(not to mention her actions)
very carefully.
Not when she's with you.
When Sophia is with you,
her laughter is effortless.
She sets aside
everything she's worried about
and allows herself
to get lost in the moment,
eyes sparkling and focused
on nothing but you.

I know a boy
who has a lot of insecurities.
And he and I
have a ton of differences.
We don't get along
pretty much ever
and a lot of the time
he irritates me beyond belief.
He can be sorta immature
and more often than not
finds it really hard to stand up for himself.
It seems to me
like a lot of his life
he's been treated like a second choice
and started to believe that's what he is.
Not when he's with her.
When you're with Sophia,
don't ever think she doesn't care about you.
Because you're the boy
who saw her heart
as well as her beauty
and loved her for all of it
and couldn't go very long
without her in your life,
because even when you tried to ignore it,
you couldn't deny
that the connection you two had
was too strong to force apart.
So even though we've had our fights,
and even though my opinion doesn't matter at all in this,
I wanted you to know
that I absolutely support the two of you.
Because I've seen the way you look at her,
and it's the exact same way I look at him.
And when someone looks at somebody else
the way you look at her,
there is nothing in the world
that should keep them from each other
if what they want
is to be together.
To Matt, though I can't believe I'm saying this.
 Dec 2013 Gwen Johnson
GaryFairy
It looks like another day
what can i say, what can i say
just fallen words by the way
why do i pay, why do i pay

It looks like another night
what will i fight, what will i fight
everything that's in my sight
i am never right, i am never right

it looks like another war
what is it for, what is it for
raging while the enemies snore
not anymore, not anymore
 Dec 2013 Gwen Johnson
GaryFairy
What is the meaning of existence?
existing only by another's assistance
assisting you to go the distance
distancing you from life's persistence

what is the meaning of creation?
creating a life long vacation
vacationing in the land of starvation
starving to let go of temptation

what is the meaning of conception?
conceiving our own deception
deceptive practice of perception
percieving the meaning of our inception
 Dec 2013 Gwen Johnson
GaryFairy
A boy caught up in christmas wishin
a stocking full of guns and ammunition
another year of hopeless tradition
another child with a ****** ambition

little girl also has christmas wishes
plastic barbie dolls for the little misses
with a porsche and so many riches
another child who is false ambitious
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