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 Nov 2013 Hysam Elkalban
Jessie
Spider web lashes
Trampoline lips, make me fall
I always bounce back
Time and wonder
Go hand in hand

Time after Time

Lighting and Thunder
Remind me of you

Time after Time

Given a simple reason
For me to make up my mind

Must be something missing
As I lose out

Time after Time

You say that you know better
Does it hold true

Inside the Rhyme

Still that something missing
Inside of you

Time after Time

If you pulled it all together
What is it you would find

Ruling out the reason
Your changing seasons

Time after Time
Pain has no number.
On a scale of one to ten?
It is infinite.
Terrified of growing older
When work is an obligation
They have no sympathy
For a mental health vacation

Locked up in my room
Voices in my head shouting
Saying I should **** myself
That's the only way out  it

So forgive me if I'm reckless
While I'm still young
Because I don't give a **** if I live
Past 21
When the boxelder beetle died in front
of me, it was in good company.  The drapes
covering the wood and pipes softened
the sunlight illuminating stain-glass arches
behind the *****, shrouding dozens of other
dead boxelders that littered the tiles.  As
the bug slowed to a halt, each leg twitched
instead of moving forward.  The sunday service
then began and the larger pipes of the *****
rumbled through the chapel, causing the floor
to hum along with the numerous insect corpses.  
Each beetle vibrated to a slight blur and shifted
in one direction or the other, except for the one
still living; it gripped to the tiles beneath.  But
as the song continued, the boxelder began
to shake like the rest, and by the final
cadence of the prelude, the six spindles
carrying the bug curled like hooks under
its shell, lowering the boxelder bug
enough to allow a fraction less light
to fall underneath it, just like the rest.
Anxiety
has been
creeping in
under the door
and seeping into
my floor
so each step
I conquer
poisons
my toes
Daniel Magner 2013
The Red Leaves Quivered;
Slowly They Began To Die,
In The Changing Breeze

A Crimson Heart Hurt,
In A Wind No Longer Warm;
It No Longer Kind

A Raven Had Called,
Sobbing In A Dying Tree;
The Sun Was Setting

A Full Moon Had Rose,
But The Wolf No Longer Sang,
For She Had No Song

Frost Covered The Earth,
Slowly The Crimpson Faded;
The World All But Ice

*Sydney
My Dad Said I Should Get Back To Writing..
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