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 Feb 2012 Hannah West
Julia
While thoughts race through my head,
Not one stands out.
"To achieve greatness", a man once said.
Is that what life's about?

On this note, the thoughts got stronger.
This cannot be the truth.
To care about yourself; no longer
Helping others. Only being uncouth.

Helping those in need brings joy.
It removes stress and strife.
So lend a helping hand, and don't be coy;
That's the purpose of life.
 Feb 2012 Hannah West
Julia
That wall of mine keeps you out,
Of my thoughts and motivations.
Even if I want to express them,
I'm consumed by my doubts,
And hypothetical limitations.

When you try to cross that boundary,
That wall of mine shoots up
To completely push you away.
My pain explodes outwardly. . .
You're the last one I want to put in a rut!

I'm ready to remove my wall,
And let my love abound.
This task may not be easy.
I know you'll catch me if I fall. . .
Can you help me take it down?
 Feb 2012 Hannah West
Julia
Anyone could see they were soul-mates,
Filled to the brim with love, and not a drop of hate.
They were so in love; never wanted to be apart;
But then something happened, and broke her heart.

The car that never saw him there,
Was driven by a drunk, who didn't even care.
Her true love was killed that day,
The drunk took her joy anyway.

With her joy, her youthful beauty left,
She was forever sad and stressed.
She thought she'd never love again.
But that changed when she found a letter and pen.

He'd written her a letter, many years ago.
It expressed his love that overflowed.
She sat there, and fondly remembered her lover,
And suddenly knew that she would recover.
Welcome to the world,
Where nothing exists,
Because it is yet to be created,

And yet it is all over-rated,
Reality is nothing to us,
Ready to take the bus,

Gotta face your fears,
You have to have faith,
Now you gotta set down all those beers,

Please just realize, You can't keep going this way a- hey,
So come on now and be apart of the bay,
Because you never know if this is your last day.
 Oct 2011 Hannah West
Roberta Day
I want to sleep forever and reside in my dreams
           To frolic through a collage of different spectacles and scenes
                An escape from the insufferable, cruel world at large
I want to sleep forever

I want to sleep forever so I can live in my dreams
           The ruler of the lands, the queen of all kings
               With nothing to fear but the darkside of the conscience
I want to sleep forever

I want to sleep forever and fight my inner demons
        Provide peace of mind for all bothered and exhausted
              Float on utter bliss; those monsters, I'll never miss
I want to sleep forever

I want to sleep forever and never show sadness again
        Bright, long-lasting smiles on weekly sullen days
             Created and maintained in a variety of ways
I want to sleep forever

I want to sleep forever to erase everything
       I want to sleep forever and feel warmth again
           To bathe myself in content that won't ever end
Let me sleep forever
 Aug 2011 Hannah West
Jessie
One day,
I made a flip book out of sticky notes.

It was about a stick man who
shoots himself with an
ink pen pistol
and bleeds all over the
imaginary floor.
I named it
"Goodbye"
.


When I played with the book
I found that it was easier to flip the pages
backwards
because the pages kept
skipping and sticking.

So now,
the story is about
a man who is laying
dead on the ground, when
suddenly!
he raises from the ground!
and a bullet from out of
NOWHERE
flies through the air
and through the gaping holes
in his bleeding head,
patching up his wounds,
and landing safely
into the
pistol

"Hello."
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