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 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Ann
L(one)ly
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Ann
Accomplished by eating a
whole box by yourself
without the option to share.
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Ann
Casual tees.
Casual teas.
Casualties.
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
PoetWhoKnowIt
The King stood tall



                                 mountain top
                         .....                           .....
                    ....                                   ­   ....
upon his....                                                 .....


                                        
                     ­                    many
And stood in awe of his many many beautiful things              
                                               many



He s                     l           o      w  l  y   waltzed across his marble bri-----dge



                                                  ­                     l
                                                       f                         a
                                               n                                       t
(Subconciously) Seeking to i                                            e  his mind
                                               n                                       t
                                                       f                        a
                                      ­                                l        

                                                               ­         
                                                                ­
                                                                ­       i                           s
Vivacious v                          and roaring r            v            r            
                    a  l ­           y  s                                            e     ­       
                            l   e


                                              .  high
       ­                                       .
                        ­                      .
Puffed his chest up well and.


                    
His       al-     zi-     g.-  continued slow in pace
         w        t      n  



Until he  dnuora denrut  and beheld his castle



Stepping  b...a. . . . c  .  .  .  .  .  k  for a better look



Acc e  l  l   e       r         a             t               i              n                 g towards the led
                                                             ­                                                                 ­  g
                                                             ­                                                                 ­ e


          

And just before The King could see such greatness


          over
He  stepped and had his f
                                          a
                   ­         
                                              l
                

                                               l.
Hadda touch of inspiration. Always enjoyed making words more physical.
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
PoetWhoKnowIt
I'd rather be

somebody's need
than
           simply
                       a desirable commodity.
And Jesus said
"Peace, be still"
And at the sound of his voice
The winds immeadiatly ceased
And there was a great calm

If I , as his child
Could only learn to have faith
And listen and obey
As obediently
As the elements of nature
Which cannot think
Or discern
But yet obey his commands
Absent of hesitation or apprehension
Then I will have truly learned
How to trust and obey
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Tana Young
please
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Tana Young
restore me, restore life.
5w
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Robyn
I'm 15
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Robyn
I'm 15
Yet I'm older
And nobody seems to know
That I know things
Know I feel things
I should be afraid to know
I'm 15
Yet I'm older
And I wonder why that's so
Nobody will believe me
When I say
I know
I'm 15
Yet I'm older
Still they see a little girl
I feel hampered by this child
Trapped inside me is a world
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Caitlin Skye
She sits.
Her legs are curled daintly within the shadows of the four feet that support her.
Her mind spins in a whirlwind of facts and knowledge: uncontrollable, yet ethereal.

When will her name be known, heard and seen?

*For the world is, for now, deprived of her glory.
 Aug 2013 Jemimah
Caitlin Skye
I often wonder how we came to be; how the melancholy
Of a harsh winter's morning can ruin one's day.
The gentle breeze that plays with damp hair and
How the months fly by until the the day after May.
xo
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