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Can you solve me?

unfold me expose my problems.maybe not. a simple bow slowly becoming a masterpiece of interwoven components. pick up sticks. twister. limbo. on the brink of collapse. One. two. three strikes your out. those are the rules, are you ready? go! drugs. depression. disability.drinking. abuse. blasting any sound to keep out the shouts. deceit. lies. regret. curses spewed out. careful you might trip. Or maybe you already are. like I said a bow, so easy to undo, so simplistic, internally it becomes equivalent to rocket science.  Where's the key to success? the missing puzzle piece? buried in as-seen-on-tv purchases and old moldy mattresses children's toys and croc pots. smothering the pain of a loved one passed. is he dead or alive?who knows. Is she going to make it to 50?unlikely. suicide just in time for a birthday. unfair exchange. continuing pattern. someone has to make up the hoi palloi  no one can or will solve it. you can take that to the bank...just wait a couple weeks.
 May 2013 Lauren
Ogden Nash
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.
 May 2013 Lauren
Robyn
Maybe love's just a song
That isn't in my key
Maybe love is wrong
And the world has lied to me
Maybe love's a privilege
And I've been misbehaving
Maybe love is money
I'm good at spending, not saving

If you could see this
I'd like to see your face
If you could read this
I'd let you plead your case
If you could see me
Perhaps you'd change your tune
If you could see me
I might see you soon
 May 2013 Lauren
Britty Revae
I was 15 years old with trails
of white powder dripping from my nose.
I was 16 and never saw a sober day of my life,
I hid behind bottles of whiskey and ***,
bags of molly, and vials of kitty.
I was 17 and growing tired
of this life.
I was 17 and knew this
wasn’t who I was meant to be.
I was 17 with friends and
a pact to move to California and make
something of ourselves. I was 18
and kicked out of my mothers house.
I was 18 and living with a best friend.
I was 18 and found out they
were doing ****** and ****.
I was 18 and sick of
all the lies so I left.
I moved to Socal where
I surfed couch to couch till I
climbed my way to the Bay area.
I was 19 and lost.
I was 19 and went on a 2 month
road trip with my best friend and a guy who tried to ****** me.
I was 19 and
looking for myself. I made it
to New Orleans and back with only losing myself
more. I was 19 and fell in love
for the first time. I was
20 and met a boy whom I never
sought out to show me how to change myself until he broke my heart for
the very first time. I was
20 years old and let him enter my
tunnel heart   like the yellowbird  he is.
He made it out alive but for a second I didn’t think I would.
I did. I was 20 and
finding myself. I was 20 and getting myself
together after a broken heart.  
I was 20 and I found myself for the first time.
I was 20 and no longer wanted death for my birthday
I am now 21 and fearless.
 May 2013 Lauren
Ottar
Like Always
 May 2013 Lauren
Ottar
We spent days together when we cried,
We spent months together when we laughed,
In my absence, laugh until you cry.

We spent years together struggling to make it work,
We spent decades together raising children,
In my absence, laugh until you cry, and can't stop laughing.

We spent every second learning to love one another,
We spent every hour as best as we could, no doubt,
In my absence, laugh or cry, remember me, I may not open
Heaven's gate for you, but I will save you the window seat,
like always.
 May 2013 Lauren
raðljóst
and i used to think
that there was only
a certain amount
of love in the world
and i used to think
that if i were loved
more than another
that they would
lose their love
and i used to think
back in my school-
years that people
would miss the love
and i used to think
that when i was
heartbroken
another would
smile
and i used to think
these thoughts
and they used to
dance all night
in my head

and i know
that dance
is over
my thought process is disturbed today
blah blah
float away in a dream
 May 2013 Lauren
Alexis Martin
you're like a scab
that I keep picking at
and refuse to let heal
even though it is
going to leave
a horrendous scar
-
 May 2013 Lauren
Skye Applebome
Lower
Lower
Lower
It never stops
It never ceases
It always keeps pulling you down
There is no escape
No break, however brief
Admirably persistent
In its desire to take
All that you know and love
And turn it into all you knew and *loved.
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