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 Jan 2013 J P
Samuel
Doorstop
 Jan 2013 J P
Samuel
the stillness is never still
   and all the world is a
             door left ajar
        without you here
 Jan 2013 J P
kara lynn bird
As I sit here
On this bench
In my bright yellow coat
Wearing
My bright green sneakers
Tapping text on my phone-
In the bright of the day,
I realize
there is only one more thing
that could make me brighter in this moment-
YOU!
 Jan 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
I want to watch the world go by until I close my eyes
                                                                ­                           I figure my eternity will somehow move aside
I know I can't assume these things but still I wonder why
                                                             ­             I like to entertain this thought although it makes me cry
I find myself in hot pursuit of wings, that I may fly
                                                                ­                I want to feel the wind caress my feathers in the sky
I muster up the patience but I barely have to try
                                                             ­                         I mitigate the sense of fear that tells me I will die
I turn my head from side to side and speak a final time
                                                            ­                   *I tell the world I want to go but will not say goodbye
 Jan 2013 J P
Jess Nicole Beaver
Love is patient,
Love is kind.
No sweet-talking boy
Will change my mind.
My morals are strong,
They aren't up for debating.
But I hear that true love
Is worth all the waiting.
I know you're out there somewhere
And someday I'll call you mine.
Whether it's years from now, or maybe days,
It's in God's perfect time.
So until then,
I will try to be
More like Jesus
And less like me.
I will focus on the one
Who loved me first.
The one who's always been there
At my best and worst
I'll prepare my heart,
The wellspring of my life.
And strive to become
A Godly future wife.
For what I want most
Will ultimately be;
A Christ-centered relationship
Between you and me.©
 Jan 2013 J P
BarelyABard
I shot an arrow in the air
but then I was filled with despair
because it fell without a care
back to my feet; so unfair.

But I did not whine, I did not cry
I grabbed it again and let it fly.
and now its soul will never die
flying past the clouds and into the sky.
 Jan 2013 J P
DG
if I tell her
 Jan 2013 J P
DG
If I tell her I had a crush on her
what would happen?

will it be quick and easy?
with no harm done?

or will I lose a friend
that I cannot live without?
I guess it needs to happen eventually...
 Jan 2013 J P
Amber
Lies
 Jan 2013 J P
Amber
"But, I thought..."
"HAHAH fat ***, did you really think that anyone would like you. (With a crowd behind her)
"I... I just thought."
"Well you thought wrong *****! AHAH (The whole crowd laughs)"
"But what did I do?"
"You were talking **** about me, yeah he told me, go die you *****! (More laughs from the crowd)"
"No I don't talk about people... I didn't say anything"
"Oh "OK Sure" Yeah go say that you ***. No one likes you. Go **** you're self. HAHA (More)"
She walked out of the girls restroom along with the crowd. Me one the floor crying. I crawl to the nearest stall. I stay there for about 5 minutes. I soak up my tears to accept the fact that I have to go back. In my head I thought take her out, punch her, kick her, DO SOMETHING! I didn't, I wanted to. No cameras in the bathroom. No proof that anything happened that day. I wish I would have fought back. But I was afraid. Lies lead up to this. He told lies. He, she, they, them. Lies.
 Jan 2013 J P
Raj Arumugam
Mummy
I think you should send Grandma back
to where she came from;
she comes into my room
stares about, and she says:
“Decadent! Decadent! Decadent!”
And then she mutters:
“Never had such things in my day!”
Ma – it’s a good idea to send her back
to where she came from, I think
And when no one is home
but me and Grandma
she puts plastic flowers in her hair
and dances all round with her song:
"This eve is my wedding;
this eve am I the bride
And I've me the handsomest man
in all of the land"

She hid my shoes the other day
and she grinned when I found them under her bed;
when you are not looking
she swipes her hands over a pretend iPad
and sticks her tongue out, and pops her eyes out
and whispers to me:
“That’s how you look, dearie dear;
like the village idiot in days of old”

She says I dress too short;
I should wear skirts right down to the toes
Grandma stood over my bed
yesterday morning
and she said I was sleeping late, too long;
and she copycats me eating, and she says:
“You are at a sumptuous table
but you eat like the poor”

And she pretends to kiss me goodnight
and she whispers her secret curse:
“Girls who don’t wash their toes,  
they don’t go to Heaven
You might wake up in the morning
and find yourself  walking
on the hot coals of Hell”

Mummy, please
I think you should send Grandma back
to where she came from
...I acknowledge that the theme in this poem has been tried, as one will notice reading a good collection of children's poetry....but I hope I've endeavoured to offer a different perspective, a freshness in this poem...
 Jan 2013 J P
Julia
Gone
 Jan 2013 J P
Julia
My eyes are welling up
the tightness in my chest
strikes pangs of restlessness

violent & shaking I'm trying to drown you,                              
I'm trying to **** every single ounce of desire for you                
for what I once had, I once had you all in cupped hands          
& like sand you poured out from between my fingers              
gaps I could not close, & nothing to do but watch you            
leave me for years                                                            ­            
        s                     l                      i                       p                          
away.
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