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Dear 14 year old me, don't worry about boys, 
                                                             
­ ­                                                                              they all come and go like candy. 

Dear 14 year old me, sometimes just sometimes you know what's best for you more than others, 
                                                            S­o always follow your heart.
Dear 14 year old me, don't let anybody tell you you're not good enough, prove them wrong. 
                                                             ­  ­    *You are extraordinary.
*
Dear 14 year old me, those green skinny jeans, they have got to go in the trash. 

Dear 14 year old me, you probably stopped reading this a while ago but if you haven't always remember to 
                                   
                                         Live in the moment cause time really does fly by, 
   
    Sing like no ones watching cause it never really matters what others think as long you're happy, 
              Dance like it's your last day cause you never know when you'll be gone and lastly
                        Love like it's your first time cause you'll never know if its forever until you try.
 Dec 2012 Kelley Kathleen
August
The world
Ended
We all
Died
And we
Don't even
Realize it
This is
Hell
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
I promised myself I would never cry for you again,
I swore that night was going to be my last.
But here you are again making me wish I had it all back,
the touch of your skin lingering through my veins,
How you'd never leave without kissing me goodbye even if it was only for a while.  
I'd love to tell you how fine I am, how I've moved on and it was all just a dream, just another figment of my imagination but what you couldn't see was that as I walked away smiling from what we could've been, I left a part of me with you,
*a part I never truly got back, my heart.
 Dec 2012 Kelley Kathleen
Tom Orr
Mosséd trees stand in respect,
a moment of silence.
Still breathing
but stillness dwells.
In amongst the green
a catharsis of orangey-red shades.
The Japanese maple poised,
chest puffed,
arms elegant.
Sight unstirred.
This screen of mists waves down by my side, this dark night:
Shadows, lighted by fading lamps on the street, half-hidden
in leaves, playing out events in silver-shades, sometimes
emerging out and drenching you in many hues of darkness:
Flashes of numbers - jumbled digits from lost phones of long
ago; of a home by the moon; on a distant bus emerging red
out of darkness; This deep night, future emerges out in
waves that envelop footsteps traveled of the past, still wet,
still impressed amidst raging winds, into the ******* of time.
Sometimes, the present weaves the past in, to create a surreal future!
The copper Sun
piercing through a warrior-skin:
red Spirit raised
echoes of the Andes
across this wide, wide space --

A kingdom bathed in waterfalls:
rainbow-droplets cape
green Palm Valleys --
Ancient breaths breathe golden mist,
plume
an up-draft for our trembling

Dreams a-flutter
in the fullness of the night,
birds singing lovesongs,
nestled in the arms, of Old Acacia Sprites

Silver Fur ridges
on the black back of a Jackal --
  howling, moon-light calls,
to an ultra-violet sky

Ears pull back, heads turn upward
gazing at blue eggshells
and trigger-painted speckles,

We gather flying bullets,
fold them into butterflies --
Scale upon beautiful scale,
twirling in a Trident Maple --
intricately pattern the purest truth:
to feel

My heart is shaped like Africa,
immaculately loved
Your heart is shaped, like Paradise,
Warm, within the wings,
of a common Turtle Dove
14 December 2012
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