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Can you tell me, what's the rush?
Life's made of moments, we barely touch
I see your face as a passing blur,
A ghostly image of what you were

So much time is wasted on
Thoughts and actions, that come out wrong
We all lay claim to pure intentions
Except the times we never mention

We slowly surrender to rising doubts  
Choosing to take the easy way out
and What we stand for, is compromised
A moment’s weakness can haunt your life

The conclusion,
is all that is certain
There’s no way to predict
That final curtain
Just because you’re living,
Doesn't mean you’re alive
Cause a dreamless heartbeat,
Keeps no time
It can’t know the depths,
Where passion resides
It won’t feel hope heal,
The pain that won’t subside
Just because you’re living,
Doesn't mean you’re alive

So why are we afraid
to roll the dice?
Let’s chase our dreams,
Regardless of price
and Aim for the stars,
So we light up the night
Cause a dreamless heartbeat,
Keeps no time
It can’t know the depths,
Where passion resides
It won’t feel hope heal,
The pain that won’t subside
Just because you’re living,
Doesn't mean you’re alive
 Dec 2011 Kyla
Maryrose Joyce
Lying here with you
Under the covers of your bed
Forgetting about everything else
Only thoughts of you in my head

I wish I could stay here forever
With you, like this
A smile comes so easily
With a touch, or a kiss

Lost in this moment
Please don't wake me from this dream
It's us against the world
You and I make a perfect team

But tonight is only temporary
Soon I must go
Back to hectic reality
You know I love you so

You are the light at the end of the tunnel
The one thing I look forward to
When life is heavy on my shoulders
If only you knew

Just the thought of you
Carries me through
 Dec 2011 Kyla
Joanna Kadela
Your words are the only thing you have going for you
They slide sweetly out of your mouth
Pure sugar to my ears
But then they let me go
Drop me
Make me fall
Leave me wishing you hadn't said anything at all
Three years you've known me and still it's all a game
How we act
How we play
It always ends the same
 Dec 2011 Kyla
Dane Johnson
The darkness of night consuming my body.
The elixir of morning keeping my mind awake.

Light or dark,
Cold or hot,
Busy or not,
Dreams do not embark.    
                                                                                                                                          
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                                         W                                       L                        N
                                                                                                  I
                                            
                                                      Me        
                

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                    D                                  &                             D
                   R                                                                       O
                 A                                                                           W
               W                                                                               N                                            
              P                                                                                     W
            U                                                                                          A
                                                                                                            R
                                                                                                               D
                                                                                                                   S
SIDEWAYS
                                                                &
                                                                                SDRAWKCAB

I dreamt of a notebook.
I crashed grandpa’s car and became a crook.
I fell for a girl who died.
I lost my mother’s pride.


I
         Have                                                                                                                                 Up.
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                                   A                                                                                          Back      
                                      L                                                                       Me          
                                         L                                              T    
                                            E                                        F
                                              N                                  I          
                                                                So,          L

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