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 Sep 2014 Stellar
Megan Grace
i just wanted to be a vine
growing up between your
lungs so that when you
breathed you would feel
me there. not like a
tightness, no, but simply
brushing on the very
edges of your laugh or
rough sentences.
We went on our second first date a year ago
and as much as I had wanted that round of
being together to stick, I'm so glad it didn't.
 Sep 2014 Stellar
Brynn Louise
Drip dropping
Down to the abyss.
Drowning in the dark;
Drooping towards the depths.
It's dank and detestable,
Dreary and disgusting.

But it's doubtful that you'll determine
That deprivation of this disaster
Will deter your distasteful feelings.

So you decide to disguise it all
With one decent smile,
And dance into the deceitful.
And join the ******.
Alliteration leads to interesting results.
 Sep 2014 Stellar
Robert Morales
I stay awake and I pray
For the mess I became
Urging gods to erase
The mistakes that I’ve made
Craving poisons everyday
To forget all my pains


I know im fighting
A war against these monsters….
A long lost battle
To the demons in this bottle
One that only I will mourn
In this building hollow
Where my sorrows follow

In silence I lay
These tears I’m fearing
So I pray to forget
The regrets that I’m feeling
The poison I crave it keeps on creeping
So I cave and I pray
Yet this pain it remains

I know im fighting
A war against these monsters….
A long lost battle
To the demons in this bottle
One that only I will mourn
In this building hollow
Where my sorrows follow
 Sep 2014 Stellar
Brianna Elise
This is my truth:
I fall too easily in love.
Like the tall thin golden grass,
I bend in the winds of admonishment.
The slightest touch will snap me,
The lightest breath will move me.
I sway toward whispered "I love you's"
Lean in toward sighed "I want you's"
Break at sobbed "I need you's."
I am a fool for heavy-lidded gazes
And lazy touches in the dark.
I slay myself over and over again,
I bleed out for empty words.
I cannot define myself outside
The context of the words you sing.
I have lost my identity somewhere
Between the cracks in your voice
When you beg me to come back home.
I can only stand the sound of my name
When you breathe it down my throat.
This is my truth:
I fall in love too easily.
I define myself by the terms set
By sad boys with empty hearts
And tired eyes.
I fall in love for convenience,
So as not to be alone.
My love for him was borne of a need
To sate the hunger I felt when you left.
In truth, I have always been yours,
And that is all I know how to be.
Please still be waiting.
The Bottom Of A Glass

His face told the story
Of a man who'd seen his share
Of broken hearts and promises
And it seemed that no one cared

He finished off his whiskey
Then stared down through his glass
He said somehow I got lost in this
And watched my life go past

He said life had been his teacher
  He had learned from his mistakes
It had been a long hard lesson
That he learned all to late

Said you only have one life
And it goes by to fast
Don't waste your life looking at the world
Through the bottom of a glass

He said he couldn't see it then
But now it was so clear
That the bottle got the best of him
And it wasted all his years

He knew time had closed the door
And he could not change the past
Those answers he was looking for
Weren't in the bottom of the glass

Life had been his teacher
He had learned from his mistakes
It had been a long hard lesson
That he learned all to late

He said you only have one life
And it goes by to fast
Don't waste your life looking at the world
Through the bottom of a glass


Robert Gene Browning
Carl Joseph Roberts
The first original idea and draft of this poem was made several years ago by my friend Robert Gene Browning. Bobby and I grew up together since we were 11 years old and I consider him my closest friend. Bobby himself is a fantastic writer and like me dabbles in poetry and song. So with that I must give credit to him as this poem is about his personal feelings.  Because it is personal in nature he gets final say on the wording as to reflect what it means inside for him. We have changed single words, lines and entire verses over the last several years. We have also put this poem to song and have tried several different ways to sing it.  We have had many discussions on the many different aspects of this poem and changed the wording often. This is my latest modified version and I hope you enjoy.
 Sep 2014 Stellar
Marie-Niege
I think if someone would tell me to
stop
romanticising the past,
my mind would finally find a moment
to breathe and heave.

I'm sure he's not how I remember him.
I'm sure he's never been that amazing in his life.
I know this and still.
That's how I remember him.
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