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I know it's not very polite,
But I stared at you as you walked by
Your head hung low with hollow eyes

I noticed--

As you walked you dropped your tears
They glistened on the cobble stones
Breadcrumbs to a broken heart

--Christian J. Clark

I noticed.
 Nov 2012 Kalon R
amt
Ice
 Nov 2012 Kalon R
amt
Ice
The winter months approach,
The sun has given up,
For our cold hearts freeze the light in others.

We hide indoors,
And beneath layers and layers of coats.
Blankets wrap us in the last bits of hope,
That for some odd reason,
We continue to cling to.

The floor has given up,
The walls are caving in.

The crack grows larger.

We will fall.

But surely in the spring,
We shall all bounce back,
But for now,
It's too cold outside for angels to fly.
Last line is from The A Team by Ed Sheeran, beautiful song.
 Nov 2012 Kalon R
amt
It's a shame.
I pity you.
I feel bad that you think you must do that.
So go on,
**** in your cheeks and show off the dimples you don't have. Stick your chest out, hide the chalkboard that is really there. And let every boy in town write on it.
As you seek the attention that you thrive on,
We'll be watching,
Waiting.
 Oct 2012 Kalon R
E. E. Cummings
i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss
There is this thing
called losing your mind
that everybody
seems to want to do
and there is this thing
called losing your mind
that nobody
seems to want to do.
You're watching, judging, and assuming
You don't understand why I do what I do. 
Why I obsess over little things.
So stop trying to
The world is my oyster
But without the beautiful pearl
Just a plain old shell, in a plain old world

It's a shame you'll never know the brilliance
All you're capable to understand is the madness.
Insane, sane
Heart, or brain
Ferocious , tame
Take two breaths and stop breathing all together.
Turn your self to useless energy, forever.

Welcome to mind of the mad.
The queen of the asylum
A dapper old castle in the brain of a girl.
Who is tortured yet pampered in her own little world.
 Sep 2012 Kalon R
E. E. Cummings
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
Mind looked long at the sticky moon
opening in dusk her new wings

then decently hanged himself,one afternoon.

The last thing he saw was you
naked amid unnaked things,

your flesh,a succinct wandlike animal,
a little strolling with the futile purr
of blood;your *** squeaked like a billiard-cue
chalking itself,as not to make an error,
with twists spontaneously methodical.
He suddenly tasted worms windows and roses

he laughed,and closed his eyes as a girl closes
her left hand upon a mirror.
 Sep 2012 Kalon R
Key
Losing myself.
 Sep 2012 Kalon R
Key
Nobody
wants
to
listen.
Nobody wants
to hear me.
The same thing, I repeat
Over and over again.
This girl.
This girl.
This girl.
That's how it starts.
But she made me lose my mind.
I no longer know what to do with myself
My thoughts,
they're killing me.
They're consumed of her
and all the wrong she did of me
It's driving me insane.
I'm losing motivation
And sense of determination
A bitter taste is sweltering in my mouth
Every word I speak has venom.
Not sweet venom.
Bitter, blatant venom.
My heart, frozen.
Feeling cold all the time now.
What has love done to me?
Screaming it from the top of my lungs
Better yet, I should ask
What have I done to myself?
All the blame befalls on me.
My stupid, idiotic decisions
A hole and a rock
Sounds like my best friend right now.
 Jun 2012 Kalon R
K Balachandran
I immersed in my favorite river,
asked "Aren't you for ever?"
hers was a story of horror,
and impending demise.
 Jun 2012 Kalon R
Tearani C
I worry that you don’t want me
Any more
I’m cast aside and crumbling
So I’m locking every door
Your castle walls cascading
Toward a dropping fading floor.
You used to take me so high
Then you would build me up some more
I was invincible
Supersonic, inconceivable
Hypnotic, unbelievable.
Inside of my walls
You said you were home.
Now deep inside I feel alone.
As I fall to ruin collapse
All my pieces hurdle to earth
Land against raw dirt and smash
Confused, astounded
And grounded at last.
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