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Stellar Aug 2014
And little did she know
that love is a poison
now she is fighting for her life
sigh
  Aug 2014 Stellar
Josiah Wilson
Poets seem sad to me
Because we feel more
And we hold on tight
And when we hurt, we write

Our tears fall on paper
In the form of words
Thoughts in scribbled ink
As our hearts begin to sink

Other people's pain fades
And drifts away with time
But a poet's hurt will stay
There on the tear stained page
Not my best, but after reading a lot of poems on here, I wanted to write this.

Also desiderium: an ardent desire or longing; especially :  a feeling of loss or grief for something lost (From Merriam-Webster)
Stellar Aug 2014
Oh
There are things that exist
inevitably
They come along with truth,
with a massive ball of emotions
One day you walk on your feet
under the blazing sun,
the next day, they hit you hard
death
growth
change
remembering
forgetting
commit­ting mistakes
falling in love
getting hurt

You are smitten

And how ironic it is
that the word hurt stays the same
in past, present and future tenses
You were hurt
You are hurt
You will be *hurt
Did this during my 12nn class zzZ
  Aug 2014 Stellar
Hannah Beth
Over the course of my skirmish with sleeplessness
More has been learned than I care to admit.
Although frequently,
I am blinded by frustration.
Coupled with the vicious need to sleep
And lack of.
But I have learned.

I have learned to acknowledge
The transition of dark to day
A process
I often neglected to think of before.
It is easier, I have found,
To pick yourself up
From the depths of your mind
When you are stood side by side
With a sun rising so bright.

I have learned of change,
And its magnificence.
Not long ago it was one more thing to be shunned,
A curse.
I once feared the unknown and unexplored
Unaware of the ever-morphing cycle outside my window
Spanning each and every season of the year.

I have learned of time
And the abundance of it carelessly slept away
In the panic of eluding reality.

I have learned of every birdsong sang
outside the outer glass of my window
A single composition
that had once sounded like a clone
a carbon copy of those previously heard
now a sweet waking melody
it emerges from the dark.

I have learned of the quiet and stillness
That is essential to knowing oneself.
All distractions put to bed
My company is my own.
And in the absence of sleep,
I have made a friend in my self.
I've been suffering of terrible insomnia this past while, but there's been a lot of positives to this whole experience too. You learn a lot about yourself when you're bored off your bonnet in the middle of the night haha
  Aug 2014 Stellar
Matthew Hundley
He taught dead poets like us
How to live
He taught me how to
**** the marrow out of life
But in the end
Life ****** the marrow out of him

He taught us
That sometimes
We just need to follow the music
Wherever it may take us
But when the music stops
What can you run to

He taught us
That there is always family in your heart
But when you need them most
They might fail you

All great men
Will return somewhere
Someday
Some will be revered for what they were
And others
Will be loved for what they left

R.I.P Mr. Williams
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