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Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
That everything outside us is
Mad as the mist and snow.

Horace there by Homer stands,
Plato stands below,
And here is Tully's open page.
How many years ago
Were you and I unlettered lads
Mad as the mist and snow?

You ask what makes me sigh, old friend,
What makes me shudder so?
I shudder and I sigh to think
That even Cicero
And many-minded Homer were
Mad as the mist and snow.
"O ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood."
D.G. Rossetti

Two gazed into a pool, he gazed and she,
  Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
  Pale and reluctant on the water's brink,
As on the brink of parting which must be.
Each eyed the other's aspect, she and he,
  Each felt one hungering heart leap up and sink,
  Each tasted bitterness which both must drink,
There on the brink of life's dividing sea.
Lilies upon the surface, deep below
  Two wistful faces craving each for each,
    Resolute and reluctant without speech:--
A sudden ripple made the faces flow
  One moment joined, to vanish out of reach:
    So those hearts joined, and ah! were parted so.
 Apr 2014 Katelyn
Craig Harrison
Like a drummer playing base
my heart beats
Most of my life it has been playing a slow tempo
but recently it's upped the pace like a song at a club
If you listen quietly you can hear it echo

Like a singer singing
my heart sings
not Pop or Rock but Opera
in the beginning it sang a slow tempo
but recently it's upped the pace like a song at a club
If you listen quietly you can hear it echo

Like a drummer playing base
my heart beats
Like a singer singing
my heart sings
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it, if you have any questions please ask them and I will try to answer them a.s.a.p.
 Apr 2014 Katelyn
Jindomess
I did it
He's not getting up
His blood is on my hands
Wait
Did I do it?
I don't even know

This can't be real
How can this be real
It's impossible

The body is on the floor
Looking at me with it's dead eyes
My eyes
Hand is clenched holding onto something
My hand
Face frozen in fear
My face

Am I looking at my own body
Wait...
Who am I?
Does this crap even makes sense
 Apr 2014 Katelyn
Carsyn Smith
My daddy has a songbird in his heart.
Late at night, when the blue moon rises,
and the clock strikes thirteen times,
she sings loud and clear.
Over the whispering willows
and the soft hush of swaying grass,
her song is clear and piercing,
sweet and soothing.
Restless eyes dift to dreams
as her song graces their hearts.
All too soon she must return,
to the heart of my longing daddy.
There was a time, when she sung
loud and clear.
But now she's suffocating --
choking on cigarette smoke
drowning in alcohol.

My daddy has a songbird in his heart,
Little songbird,
Little songbird,
It's time to come play again.
 Apr 2014 Katelyn
Melissa S
I used to think I was special ;  now I know!!
This is in no way a conceited post. This comes from a place where I am right now. I have to learn to love myself so that I can in return be loved and love others.
 Apr 2014 Katelyn
Allen Wilbert
Bad Day
When things seem rough,
life getting way to tough.
Feel like giving up,
drinking from a Dixie cup.
No food on the table,
been awhile since cable.
No money to be found,
too shy to make a sound.
Already ate dogs and cats,
lowering down to only rats.
Lost the house, and the car,
no more cookies in the jar.
Living now with mom and dad,
roof overhead, just be glad.
Looking for any kind of job,
tired of being a lazy slob.
Not a dime in the bank,
Only yourself to thank.
Burned all the bridges,
never was very religious.
All this happened in a day,
hoping soon to find a way.
Things could get no worse,
drug overdose, put you in a hearse.
Just another lost soul,
who had no self control.
My eyes are bruised
My pupils are black & blue
Sometimes i cut open my eyelids just to see the truth
I should be put in a mental institute
Because even with all this evidence
Im still evident ...

Self-harming just to get through
Each cut represents you
I lost hope in what to do
Where can i push this pain to ?
I know if i push it to you ,  
You gonna continue to do
  what you do

Im blind to whats happening
It is what it is exactly ...
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