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 Nov 2012 Kaity Morris
Arpit Jain
Dreams of the prince , whose dead heart beats.
Pure was his love, as wine in feasts.
There was an angel, in the core of his heart.
In the tides of time, they were torn apart.
Nobody could tell, no words could describe.
Pain of those flames,  oh how could he survive.
Days were dark and the nights too long.
Horizons of patience and his pain prolonged.
In the depth of emotions, his love did survive.
He waited for her and his angel arrived.
A body of gold, a ruby at heart, as pink as rose, her glow so vast.
A mermaid she is, or a fairy i should say.
To describe her beauty, no words are there today.
For so long he waited for her, she came back only to betray.
Agony of his heart, the burning flames, he carries his sufferings till end of his days.
Dreams of the prince ,whose dead heart beats.
For his angel he cries, his only defeat.
 Nov 2012 Kaity Morris
Rabbit
i dreamed about death last night
not heaven or hell
or whatever afterlife you believe in
but the actual act of dying
i laid there
body paralyzed
feeling the warm blood leave my body
feeling my chest collapsing
but still trying to breath
opened my mouth
but there was no sound
no mumble
or moan
screech
nor scream
only death and i was scared
where was the light they foretold
or the out of body experience
because i never separated from the pain
i thought and fought to breath until my very last
then there was nothing

to be cont....
Beauty is everywhere,
if you choose to look closer,
viewing what you miss,
at first glance.

Just because in society’s mind,
her beauty is unconventional,
he’s a behemoth,
she’s a walking skeleton,
he’s a dwarf,
she’s a sky scraper,
does not give anyone the right,
to degrade or strip away,
the fact that they are,
Beautiful.

He wishes to star in a movie,
she desires to fiercely walk the runway,
he wants to dance upon the stage,
She dreams to play among the star athletes,
but society says they can’t.

“You’re awkward,
a freak,
four-eyes,
buck-tooth,
stupid,
too flamboyant,
you’re simply not good enough,
raise your white flag,
and surrender because you are inferior”,
society harshly states.

Society attempts to silence,
unique individuals,
who do not fit the mold.
of what is considered,
to be normal,
as if that aspect exists,
in our world.

Similarities are necessary,
yet differences,
whether subtle or extreme,
are the essential details,
engendering us,
to be more than enough.
And in the night when our bodies drift apart
By the onerous gravitational pulls of sleep,
Your arms unconsciously reach out to find me;
My body presses itself up against you once again
And we both sigh.
 Nov 2012 Kaity Morris
Ashley M B
Some day things might get better
Some day this life might matter
That will be the day I finally cry
Yes, that will be the day I die
I love you for giving your heart to me
and trusting me with your pride
I love you for wanting me
an needing me by your side

I love you for the emotions
I never knew I had
I love you for making me smile
Whenever I feel sad

I love you for your thoughts of me
where I'm always on your mind
I love you for finding that part of me
that I never thought I'd find

I love you for the way you are
and for how you make me feel
But most of all I LOVE YOU
because I know you'r mine for real
This is dedicated to my boyfriend of 2 years and my first love.
 Nov 2012 Kaity Morris
MoMo
Sleeping Beauty never slept
she waited for those men.
High up in her dusky tower
she would sit for years on end.
Cigarette butts littered the floor
around her curtained bed,
and as always a Prince Charming would come,
find her sleeping, dead,
her lips painted red.
Seduction and abduction
no one saw them again.
Sleeping beauty hurt her thumb,
She started feeling overcome.
Probably she would have died,
As the witch provesized.
for 150 years,
she missed ***** and film premieres.
till' prince charming came along,
singing out a cheerful song.
kneeling down he kissed her cheek,
hoping she would wake and speak.
but her waking words were these:
"just need five more minutes, please?"

— The End —