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 Jan 2014 Alicia
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You
 Jan 2014 Alicia
CG
You
I wish I was more than a thought,
but less than a headache.
I wish I was like your favorite song,
instead of just a jingle.
I wish I meant something more than a little,
but a little less than a lot.
I wish I was like your favorite novel,
instead of a small comic strip.
I wish you put me first,
but instead you put me last.
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Yanavah Benettie
Wherever we go,
it’s home when I’m with you.

And when you leave,
you’ll leave me homeless.

Stuck in the depths of my cold lonely heart.
Searching for security that only exists when you are present.
When I’m with you.
When I am home.

-YB
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Amanda Patrina
As the smoke in the air rises
I see your perfect face
I see into your eyes and know its true
No one, not anyone can love me like you
As i look past your scars, stories, and mischief
I see the real true person you are
Your my one and only and the best by far

*apn
Forgive me lord I pray
When I fail to recognize
The blessings you bestow
Please, help me to relize

So much I have been given
Yet so often I do not see
Your gentle hand outstretched
Reaching down to me

My days so often crowded
With things that hold no meaning
And my failure to know
The process of  your gleaning

Lord please forgive me
That I complain I regret
When the world presses in on me
I pray I not forget.
 Jan 2014 Alicia
e goforth
she wears her jewelry proudly
purple, sometimes green,
maybe yellow
but it is always
beautiful.

she will tip back her head
and show you her
long neck and you
are overcome by the sight
of such
beauty
in one person.

sometimes she wears bracelets,
delicate
purple bands encircling
her dainty
wrists
and the colors are so beautiful.

she hardly ever wears rings
but for the purple one,
maybe an amethyst
that sits upon one of her fingers
and she will flinch
even wince if you try
to touch it.

but sometimes, maybe just once or twice,
you might even manage to
forget
that her necklace,
and those lovely bracelets
and that beautiful amethyst
which she wears so very proudly
is made up of

**fingerprints.
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Marly Louise
Blank pages and blank walls
follow me
begging to be written on
"Give us art!"
But I have nothing to say to them
so I walk away .
But they call anyway .
Pressured
I pick up the pen and begin to write.
Unsatisfied still when I'm done
I step back...
as they read
they realize what I wrote isn't poetry,
its insanity.
So they shout, they scream
and still they follow me
until I paint lies with words
and print them deep in the cracks of the forgotten yesterday
to fill the blank space.
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