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 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
brooke
My worst fear to
be traded for fair
for pixie hair, for
long bony fingers
and an affinity for
paint being smeared
on jeans. I am

none

of
those
things.
(c) Brooke Otto

Let my brain get the best of me.
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
brooke
Sweet Boy.
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
brooke
something about those
first sugar cookies that
you made me said a lot
about your heart
(c) Brooke Otto
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
brooke
remember when i
taped a hundred
pink streamers to
your ceiling? A giant
craft store heart
dangling from the
middle and when
your mom asked

when are you gonna take that down?

you smiled and asked
why you'd ever need to.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
brooke
He was like the thunder
8 miles, 7 miles, 9 miles,
suddenly, three. Suddenly
gone. Suddenly,
rain, suddenly
none.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
brooke
Bully.
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
brooke
Saw a picture of
you today and
you still inflict
terror into the
heart of that
fifth grade
girl that
still lives
inside me,

Sierra.

and to this
day I still feel
that I need to
prove to you
that I wasn't
so
unworthy?
or so small
a cat
a mouse
a flea
stuck under your
pointer finger.
(c) Brooke Otto

Funny how people wreak havoc even after they're gone.
When I think of summer time I think of you
I think of the way you grasped my leg
How your touch was electric
I still dream of the way your lips on mine gave me butterflies
How it knocked the breath right out of me
I felt like I waited for this moment my entire life
A terrible mistake
I cannot take back
Under the influence
Dizzy and confused

Why did I listen to you
I had to change my terrible ways
But you talked me into it
Like you always do

Maybe a part of me wanted it
Just for the thrill of it
Out of curiosity
But curiosity is what lead us here
It's what lead us to this very moment
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
Morgan
There's nothing more peaceful than the
way your sentences drag on until
they stop making sense just before
you fall to sleep
And there's nothing more beautiful
than the disheveled look
in your eyes when you
first come alive beneath a
Sunday morning's sky
You'll press snooze at least ten
times before you bother to sit up
And I'll sit silently hoping you won't
say you have to leave at all today
Because
Your yawns are contagious,
your tears are too
And I get completely lost
in every single thing you do
 Aug 2013 Kelly EC
Mike Hauser
What It Is
That Has Me Flustered

What It Is
That Beats The Drum

What It Is
Has The Strength Of Many

But The Tinder Heart Of One

What It Is
That Gives Me Comfort

What It Is
That Brings Me Down

What It Is
Is What It Is

When No One Is Around

What It Is
Is At Face Value

What It Is
Reads Between The Lines

Silence Is The Sound It Makes

As What It Is
Makes The Sacrifice

What It Is
Begs To Differ

What It Is
Can Not Be Seen

What It Is
At This Very Moment

Is The Space Between You And Me
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