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 May 2013 kat
Roxy DeNoir
Sometimes I wonder what you would say
If all my unsaid thoughts became known to you.

Sometimes I wonder what you would do
If you met all my imaginary friends who live in my thoughts.

Sometimes I wonder what might happen if I took you with me into the crazy adventures I dream at night.

Sometimes I wonder what you would know
If I told you all my fears hopes and dreams.

Sometimes I wonder what you really think of me.
Doesn't really rhyme. It was written when I was feeling a little lonely and forgotten a while back
 May 2013 kat
Madisen Kuhn
it seems
 May 2013 kat
Madisen Kuhn
your name is always
on the tip of my tongue
and if you
wrap me in a blanket
and place me by the fire,
in the flames
i'll see your smile,
but if i blink
it'll disappear
because our time
while full, was fleeting
and now you are just
dandelion seeds
in the summer breeze
that will land
in another yard
to make someone else's
wishes come true
 May 2013 kat
Madisen Kuhn
she was like
        a wilting flower
drained of all things
that kept the others upright

he was like
        a rushing brook
who saw her crumpled and tired,
crowded by overgrown weeds,
and wanted nothing more
than to clear the earth around her
and see her bloom again

so he took all he had
        and poured it into her
and when finally the pinkness
had returned to her cheeks
        she looked back at him
        and saw that

he was now like
        a withering shrub
frail and planted in dry clay

and despite the deep conviction
she had in her heart to restore him
        like he had restored her
all of her best efforts
left her with with exposed roots
and dirt beneath her fingernails

he wouldn’t let her stay
        to continue to try
        to quench his thirst
so she left him with a watering can
and promised he’d soon find relief
 May 2013 kat
Kristen Falzon
Goodbye
 May 2013 kat
Kristen Falzon
I'll write until it hurts.
I'll write until I'm weak.
Writing is the loudest I speak.
Volumes of my glass
as I down each drink,
and choose a tone, a comma,
that will make you think.
And think again.

I don't remember
how to play pretend.

Drunk on guilt and
drunk on whiskey -
I'm drunk on your hurt
and it might **** me.

So I'll write on
because you need to hear me.
We are this way because
you are
never
near me.

Stop blaming everything,
the answers are simple.
Life's not a breeze,
stop playing naive.
We'll go on this way because
you are
never.

We were forever.
 May 2013 kat
Madisen Kuhn
she buried her face in books
so no one could see
the emptiness in her eyes

she filled her mind
with fictional fantasies
and hoped that one day
they would become real

but because her head
was always stuck in a book
she never got the chance
to have adventures
of her own
 May 2013 kat
Madisen Kuhn
"normal"
 May 2013 kat
Madisen Kuhn
there once was a young girl with green eyes
who wore her soft blond hair
in braided pigtails

at the age of seven,
she watched her older sister
stand in front of the mirror before school
and pinch her stomach with a disgusted face
          neither of them ate breakfast that morning

at the age of nine,
she watched her older brother
make fun of a girl with glasses
for reading on the bus
          she went home and hid all her books in the attic

at the age of twelve,
she watched the older girls at school
with straight hair and short skirts
put makeup on in the bathroom
and discuss how boys would only like you
if you looked perfect, like them
          the next day she arrived with red lips, short shorts, and no braided pigtails

at the age of fourteen,
she watched her father hit her mother for the first time
her mother cried when she saw her standing in the doorway
and told her daddy didn't mean it
          the next year, she told herself that her boyfriend didn't mean it, either

at the age of sixteen,
she was paper thin and empty
with straight blond hair, red lips,
purple flesh, and lifeless green eyes
          while staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror,
          she thought to herself "at least i'm normal."
 May 2013 kat
Madison
Cigarettes
 May 2013 kat
Madison
Cigarettes are enticing
when they are inhaled between
the lips of a beautiful boy
with a perfectly crooked smile
and mysterious eyes.

But his smile is stained
with traces of nicotine,
and the puzzle in his eyes
is impossible to solve.

And when you kiss him,
you can taste the stale smoke
lingering on his breath;
the stale smoke that has filled his lungs
and left them black and tarred.

He says they’re nice
when you’re feeling numb.

So you take a drag
in hopes of filling your lungs;
filling your emptiness.
But it leaves you black and tarred
all the same.

**m.s.
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