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 Jun 2013 LDuler
Redshift
if i wished to embark upon you
would you
lend me
a foothold
or would you harden
to marble
and watch me
slide
away
 Jun 2013 LDuler
E
Green Marker
 Jun 2013 LDuler
E
i ran my fingers across the
surface of the felt art i never
colored and i remembered the
urgency when i bought it at

the gas station because i was in
desperate need of a distraction
and maybe if a filled in the
blank spots i could create an

answer between the lines so
then i would know why you
seemed so distant even though
we were sitting so close and

after the pit stop i was faced
with an empty seat and over
whelming feelings and the
walls were closing in and my

heart was swelling and bursting
with angry color and panic
scribbled on my insides leaving
red marks and i was searching

for the green marker and i was
afraid it went between the crack
in the seats or it rolled down the

aisle like the tears rolled down my
face because i had every color with
me and i had everything i wanted

except you

and looking back i realized that
that **** marker and your eyes
didn't just have color in common
i lose them easily just like i lost

my sanity on the bus ride home.
 Jun 2013 LDuler
Freeda Lobo
All alone on a starry night, was I
Not like I had none before
Longing for your arms around, was I
Waiting for you at the door.

My heart said it was hard
To learn that you left me
And then fell apart
Broken in anguish to be.

Love, it was, never a joke
Being with you was better than dope
Now I'm made to carry this yoke
All in vain and no hope.

All alone on a starry night, again
I stand - wiping my tears - bold
Your love shall I never regain
Your hands shall I never hold.
 Jun 2013 LDuler
endlessnights
happiness
what is happiness
are you happy
am i happy
what is happiness
....
sunshine
flowers
palm trees
hot chocolate
warm blankets
fresh cookies
snuggling
good books
fluffy kitties
music
boybands
good friends
loving family
inside jokes
shopping
waves
sleeping
movie nights
rainbows
new shoes
cartoons
christmas time
....
thats happiness in my eyes
whats happiness in your eyes
 Jun 2013 LDuler
Francisco DH
I am..
 Jun 2013 LDuler
Francisco DH
I am
The boy who walks with his head down low
Blocking the white static that leaks from their mouths with the sounds I create with my mind.
I never look people in the eye not because I am afraid but because if they look into mine they will see all the secrets and all the pain. Shadows of my past, a past not worth mentioning.

I am
The girl who stares at her reflection and only sees the imperfection hanging from her sides.
I cover my arms with black sweaters  to hide the rough edges, the roads that will lead to a damaged heart.
I stare at the ceiling and see a world beyond my reach and the beatings of reality come and bruise my skin.

I am
The child who looks up to the one's who are "right" and mimic them, I am their puppet.
I see the world with colors.
The word "why" is always on the tip of my tongue always wanting to come out
like some popper.
I am too young to know what the world is really like so I stay safe in the comforts of my imagination.

I am
the stranger who longs to be heard but can never make a sound. My voice is a series of silent syllables.

I am.....
 Jun 2013 LDuler
Brycical
**** my pants,
they're somewhere on the lawn,
wet, muddy and torn--
*but it's my mouth that's on fire
burning frustration spewing forth
exhaling cigarettes filled with chili powder
louder and louder the guttural smoky screams
sting her eyes with salt
choking the beating heart
blackening confusodium slowly strangles once red veins
to her overloaded gray cloudy brain as only violent crashes
of lightening briefly flash the way out
as my booming thunder voice shouts a hurricane
rattling her exhausted body
as i beg with prayers for it to stop!
 Jun 2013 LDuler
John F McCullagh
She had been condemned to silence
since the stroke, two years before.
The lovely lyric voice I loved
seemed vanished evermore.

Locomotion came back slowly.
Just this spring I saw her smile
Still, my girl remained in shadow,
sadly silent all the while.

Her new therapist was hopeful
That she could be taught to sing.
I doubted it was possible-
She couldn't say a thing.

Two hours, nearly every day
the girl who wore my ring
with her therapist accompanist
keep struggling to sing.

I never thought that
"row your boat"
could be my favorite song
Until I heard her sing it,
for the first time on her own.

When all my prayers were answered
I no longer felt alone.
That day the girl who wears my ring
made it all the way back home.
Music therapy helps a stroke victim relearn how to sing, then speak
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