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Sep 2011 Kairee F

here

Sep 2011 Kairee F

jeffrey robin

here

wish you were here
.......
we have staggered the many roads
going nowhere
....
wish you were here

come
.
enough of "this"
----
we were born to do one thing
------
we are real

the song is broken
....
be silent
_____
we are here to do one thing
...
let us do it
.
now

Sep 2011 Kairee F

whoever said 'change is good' is a liar.

Sep 2011 Kairee F

Chelsea Gabbard

whoever said 'change is good' is a liar.

sometimes, people change for the better.
sometimes, people change for the worse.

you changed as quickly as an indian summer;
as quickly as a year without the touch of autumn -

one day, calm and soothing;
unleashing a smile like summer sunshine,
warming everything from the inside out.
the next day, cold and unfeeling;
retreating behind your frigid walls,
like the moon being hidden by curling fog.

sometimes, people change alone.
sometimes, people change by themselves.
sometimes, people change in secret.

sometimes, the ones who love them have to watch the change.
sometimes, the ones who love them have to watch the transformation.
sometimes, the ones who love them are unable to stop it; unable to scream.
sometimes, the ones who love them are unable to warn them of their
horrible,
horrible,
mistake;
with tears shining in their eyes
but not quite knowing how to fall past their lashes.

Sep 2011 Kairee F

For this I give myself

Sep 2011 Kairee F

Jonathan PAran

For this I give myself

fall to pieces every time,
with your million dollar smile,
but thoughts persist on every decision,
it happens all the time.

i made a pact with my heart,
to wait for signs to come,
but every move i make,
my own desires come undone.

my existence ponders through,
the weight i have within,
will something happen between me and you,
for i think that time is running thin.

but all i have to give,
is nothing but myself,
no riches can i shower you,
but just the promise of my love.

Sep 2011 Kairee F

she holds puzzles in her arms

Sep 2011 Kairee F

maggie s

she holds puzzles in her arms

Why is it only green near the top?

She has forgotten her
roots
her hopes
her beauty.

She has become what they see,
and no more than that.

Sep 2011 Kairee F

My Crimson Decision

Sep 2011 Kairee F

Alicia Strong

My Crimson Decision

A blood donor clinic.

The smell of all the blood in the air makes me sick.
It brings me back to the time,
where blood flowed freely down my arms;
when blood stained the wristbands that I wore,
to try to hide my pain from the rest of the world,
because I told myself I would never be as stupid as any of them.

But I was.

The smell makes me so dizzy,
the floor comes up to swallow me whole,
but I have the common sense to run.

Far away.

I run to the bathroom,
and all I can feel is the shuddering of my body
as I'm huddled in a corner;
being bombarded by images of a darker time;
images of my Crimson Decision.

I will never forget that day.
I thought I was going to give up on everything,
because everything had given up on me.
I'm glad it didn't turn out that way,
I'm glad I had the common sense to stop.

There's no way I'm letting the world have the satisfaction of seeing me like this.

But every once in a while,
I fall back into my crimson state;
where my body shudders and shakes,
and my mind falls inwards,
dragging my feelings to one central point,
where hell is begging for my soul.

A blood donor clinic.

The smell of all the blood in the air makes me sick.
I could bleed you a pint faster than that puny needle could get,
but I have the common sense,
to re-think my Crimson Decision.

Sep 2011 Kairee F

decision made.

Sep 2011 Kairee F

Chelsea Gabbard

decision made.

to a traveler, it comes as no surprise that life is nothing
but a beautiful, intricate web of choices.
black or white, up or down, yes or no.
season after season, day after day - a million decisions.

but in the icy stillness of a snowy midwinter,
one lone traveler came upon a fork in the road -
a path leading to the left and a path leading to the right.

voices sweeping through the air whispered of the possibilities -
right or left, left or right, one or the other, again and again;
the traveler's fate faintly whispered within the melody of the breeze.

when she could no longer bear the urging of the frigid rain
or the heckling of the grey wolf's howl,
she faced ahead, chin up
and pushed her own path
right between the two.