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 Jul 2013 KM
Miranda Renea
You play love as if it were a game,
How many girls with your words can you woo?
No offense, but your lines are pretty lame,
Any self-respecting girl would take leave on that cue.

Your attempts at flattery are ridden with deception,
The true intention of your attraction you keep in shade,
True love is not in conception,
I know you just want to get laid.

To be honest you're not even cute.
Oh, now has the cat got your tongue?
You might as well just stay mute,
I'm really not sorry if you feel stung.

And anyways, don't you think we're a little young?
Only seniors in high school,
No need to shove a tongue down my lung.
And anyways, you're kind of a tool.

Speaking of which, you're not as big as your ego
(If you know what I mean.)
You've got nothing good to show,
And obviously of you I'm not very keen.

So thus is my way to reject.
I've tried push, now push comes to shove
And with your small point you've made so *****
A person like you I just couldn't love.
A silly english project in which I took the persona of a "witch" rejecting a boy. Not much effort was put forth, but I still think it's entertaining.
 Jul 2013 KM
Miranda Renea
Red
 Jul 2013 KM
Miranda Renea
Red
I just feel like I want to bleed.

Have you ever stared at your skin,
And imagined sweet red,
Tickling as it caressed your skin,
Oozing down,
Leaving trails like tears?
It feels almost cool,
But maybe that's because my veins froze over.
It feels almost calming,
But maybe that's because it's the perfect distraction.

Oh, you haven't felt that way you say?
Well maybe I'm just demented.
 Jul 2013 KM
Miranda Renea
23
 Jul 2013 KM
Miranda Renea
23
It's four in the morning
And I can't sleep.
You're laying next to me,
Back turned,
Dreaming.

I have a taste in my mouth.
It's part you,
Part excitement,
Part me,
Part disappointment.

And it won't wash out.

I kind of want to cry,
But jump for joy
At the same time.
I guess that's growing up.

I guess that's living,
And that's learning,
And I'm not really sure of
Anything right now, except
I am sure I want your arms
To hold me tightly.

But you're dreaming.
 Jul 2013 KM
Robyn
Real
 Jul 2013 KM
Robyn
This is when I feel real
Curled up with a dying battery
And a foggy head
Being told stories
And making up my own
Listening to music
And making up my own
None of them good
Just ramblings
Stomach rumbling
And I can't sneak out to the kitchen
So I lie in bed and hum my house to sleep
Trying to stay awake so I can keep feeling real
 Jul 2013 KM
Mike Hauser
i lost yesterday

and there's no way to get it back

i let it slip out of my hands

before i even had a chance

to learn from my past mistakes

that i could have corrected yesterday

now it's to late to have my say when

i lost yesterday
 Jul 2013 KM
Mike Hauser
I hold right here in my grimy little hands

The tiniest of vials

A magic elixir to cure all your ills

Guaranteed to bring you a smile

It has the finest of all ingredients

Ever concocted poured into it

From Himalayan Buddhist Monks finger nail dust

To pure Indian cobra snake spit

It'll clean you out of whatever ails you

It'll make you want to join the circus so you can eat fire

It'll burn the hair out of your ears and put them on your chest

Then want to pull them out with industrial pliers

It'll cause the old to do somersaults

And toddlers to sing gospel hymns

This magic elixir I now hold in my hands

So step right up my gullible friends

......And Let The Biding Begin
 Jul 2013 KM
Krusty Aranda
I've been away from her for too long.
I don't know if she missed me, but I sure missed her.
I missed her smell, her taste, her gentle embrace.
I missed her kiss, her touch, her finger's caress.

I've seen her. She's changed.
Does she even remember me?
She speaks to me but a couple words.
I also have changed, but I'm in essence the same.
Or am I?

I try to kiss her like we used to.
She moves away, and looks some place else.
I'm a stranger to her.
She couldn't remember me.

I can't blame her for forgetting.
After all, I've been away for too long,
but I try to get at least one look like the ones she used to send my way.
Just one look to show me, I'm back home again.
Came back home to Mexico after living in Spain for 2 years. Things have changed, but I'm still so happy to be here :)
 Jul 2013 KM
Jenna Dixon
She turns around in her seat
To see him sitting quietly,
A low hum rests in the class
As students pretend to do their work,

She takes a breath to say something
And he glances up,
Shyness overwhelms her
And she turns back to her work

The boy says nothing
And goes back to his
The girl bites her lip
Nervous, unable to focus,

She turns abruptly and speaks
The boy looks up in shock
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth
A new friendship has started,

She soon learns
The boy is bullied
For his worn cloths
Yet she does not mind this,

In the halls after school
The boy sits against his locker,
The girl approaches him
Noticing his black eye,

An outstretched hand
Was all he needed from her
To smile again
And she did just that,

Their friendship grew
And blossomed into love
But he had another detail
One she did not know yet,

At his mother's grave
He speaks to her
Explaining the subtle scars  
Her eyes water in sadness,

How could a father
Be so cure to his own son?
To hit him repeatedly
Until his skin broke,

This had to stop
He had to be freed
From the horrors of home
But he won't let her,

He said his dad would **** him
If he saw any legal authorities
She bows her head
Wishing, praying for his safety  

On a cold night a siren awakes her,
Sitting up in bed she watches
To see the way
The emergency response vehicle goes,

Her heart stops,
She knows the path it took all too well,
Climbing out her window
And grabbing her bike

She starts after it
Her eyes stinging from the night air
She arrives to see
It was his father's new girlfriend

Who had made the call
To put an end to things
But it was too late
She hadn't reached the phone in time

The girl runs inside,
Past the medics,
To see his body at rest
On the floor still bleeding

She falls beside him
And cries out his name,
If only he would answer
Everything would be alright,

Holding his hand tight
She whispers her apology to him,
Sorry she never did anything
Sorry she didn't save him,

The father thrown in jail
The boy buried six feet down,
The girl stands at his stone
Vowing her heart will never love another

She places a single rose
On the cool gray stone
And turns to walk back to the road
Her head hangs low, eyes fixed on the ground

She never saw the car that hit her
She never heard it
All she knew was it was over and done
And she was in his arms once again.
 Jul 2013 KM
John F McCullagh
Some Asian folk revere the Tao
the way of Yang and Ying.
Others worship ancestors
and of Confucius sing.
Buddhists seek a one way trip
with no wish to return.
Hindus think we're born again
just not in Christian terms.
Some follow in the steps of Christ,
this life, their cross to bear.
Others say Carpe Diem
and just don't give a D*mm.
Islamiscists eschew alcohol
and never lunch on ham.
This place has many faiths and creeds
to suit our every mood.
The voodoo that you do so well
is with suspicion viewed.
The foodists are the latest cult-
a blight upon the land
like Joey chestnut at buffets
consuming all they can.
To them no cow is sacred
and wine just slakes their thirst
They walk among us and they breed
and I don''t know which is worse!
My rotund coworker claims  her religious affiliation is "Foodist"
 Jul 2013 KM
cresun
teenhood
 Jul 2013 KM
cresun
drown in the ocean
everything seem to be
in an alacritous motion

he hollers for help
the holler echoed through the big ocean
and he wonders why still
nobody could hear his yelp

nobody came to aid
nobody came to save

he swims and swims
as he weeps and weeps

for nobody solicitude
for nobody understood

every time he moves
the waves nestled him
convincing him to let go

to throw away the hopes
of being alive and loved

gradually he let go
and let the waves pull him down
asphyxiating him with their abilities
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