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 May 2015 kayy katrice
Clindballe
I have been writing for so
long that i have gotten lost in the pages of the past
A past I am digging in
to find the answers that no one will answer
The dirt under my nails
turns to thorns itching my skin sore
blood starts puring out from my veins
the past is not for beginners
it takes practice to ignore  the pain and guilt that comes with it
I wish i never dug my nails into the ground
searching for myself
I am more lost than ever
Lost in the transition between
who i was and who i want to be
I am digging my own grave right next to a clear tombstone.
written: May 26. - 2015
The days grow longer when you're alone,
Daggers sharpen, still stuck in your back.
The blood has drained you're left with bone,
And a heart that's vigorously turning black.

The headstones are plenty, plots they thicken,
Life grows sadder as people disappear.
The selfish coyote claims the chicken,
Before taking a glance in the mirror.

Love grows stronger for those who stay,
Remaining there forever by your side.
But forever is a word with play,
Tears come quicker having tried.

Laughing is seldom when you abolish the smile,
The more you think the less you do.
There is no cure, you'll find no vial,
Losing self respect amidst the truth.

The time you invest, do so with care,
Don't let the past hinder you with resistance.
Excuses are easy, hard work is the dare,
The challenge of your existence.
 May 2015 kayy katrice
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Romance grows from my finger tips,
Shes the one that always second guess,
Baby its non negotiable that - you want me-
I travel far and wide to see your face,
But I'm not ready for the blimpishes,
Baby its no longer a secret knowing - you want me -
I use to dream about the sight of you,
Its slowly fading from my mind,
Baby anyone could determined that - you want me -
We were the duo that was made to fly,
Because its wrong doesn't mean its right,
Baby I don't wanna fight,
You want me,

I was the dream to your wishes,
But ah,
I knew your flaws,
So I didn't mention,
The windows are tented,
Now quit your *******'
Its no kidding ever,
I know that -you want me -

mountains are sprouting up
there was no place for us
secrets were poured out
I would sit here with you
head spinning a thousand times
knowing everything will be fine
pictures I took of us
can't deny your feelings for me

•• I was thinking maybe how you felt for us,
I was thinking maybe you could live for us,
I don't know intentions but I'm built on trust,
I was thinking you could really breathe for us,
Fuss•••

∆~ And The most we've done,
Putting roses in guns,
We get high!
Witness it,
Witness it,
And The most we've done,
Putting roses in guns,
We get high!
Witness it,
Witness it. ~∆

EXCUSE THE FOUL LANGUAGE,
MENTALLY INSANE,
****** ******* WANNA PLAY WITH,
I AM NOT THE ONE TO PLAY WITH,
HIPPY FIRST THEN ASSASSIN,
TURN ROSES INTO TRIGGERS ANYDAY,
IT WOULD HAPPEN IF I FELT LIKE IT,
ANYWAY,
I WILL NOT HESITATE BREAKING DOWN YOUR ARMADA,
ITS NOT ALL LOVY DOVY,
IF YOU **** ME OFF,
I PROMISE,
PUSHING THE GROUP TO NEW HEIGHTS,
MY PRISMS WHERE YOU AT,
WHAT YOU MEAN,
GUESS WE ALL YOU NEED,
MAKING ART FOR YOUR EYES TO FEAST


mountains are sprouting up

there was no place for us

secrets were poured out
I would sit here with you

I travel far and wide to see your face,
But I'm not ready for the blimpishes,
Baby its no longer a secret knowing - you want me.
Inspired by a song :-)
you shall forever haunt my dreams
in my never-ending slumber

you shall forever haunt my dreams
the amount, an unspeakable number

you shall forever haunt my dreams
as i lay here alone

you shall forever haunt my dreams
sending shivers to my bones

you shall forever haunt my dreams
and like ive already said

you shall forever haunt my dreams
even now, for as i am dead
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God permits industrious Angels—
Afternoons—to play—
I met one—forgot my Schoolmates—
All—for Him—straightway—
God calls home—the Angels—promptly—
At the Setting Sun—
I missed mine—how dreary—Marbles—
After playing Crown!
From downstairs there are heavy sobs –
from my bed arms length away,
hushed purrs

Before he goes
to sleep, he kneads the blankets –
I lie still, watching perfect
little paws making
their way to comfort but
            -- there is no way

to apologize
for scruffing his neck
scolding him for the death
of a snake who was only
hiding in its cage

to forgive
him for tearing apart
countless carpets, posters,
skin from the back of my hands
and now the heart of that woman downstairs
               --there is no way

to say cancer
or goodbye
without cringing
We've had Tigger for about ten years. I remember getting him - "free kitten" sign on the way home from our boat marina all those years ago. My mom could get a kitten if my dad could get a motorcycle.

Tig was recently diagnosed with lymph cancer and we have been told that he has only a limited time to live. Tig and my mom have always been particularly fond of each other so I know that this news is hurting her most. Lots of sighs.
 May 2015 kayy katrice
Nicole
I wonder,
Why had he cared
When I hadn't eaten my food?

I wonder,
Why had he cared
When others made fun of me?

I wonder,
Why had he cared
When I was unusually quiet?

I wonder,
Why had he cared
When no one else had bothered to listen?

I wonder,
Why had he cared
When I cried?

I wonder,
Why had he been the only boy
To truly understand?
Dreams, hopes, wishes and aspirations
Will never amount to very much,
Without hard work and dedication
They will forever remain as such.
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