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 May 2013 Lily Mills
Ashlea
...
 May 2013 Lily Mills
Ashlea
...
I would write about my feelings toward you,
but I can't write.
And I would draw about my feelings toward you,
but I can't draw.
So, I guess, I'll just stay quiet,
and admire you from afar.
 May 2013 Lily Mills
Ashlea
Patience
 May 2013 Lily Mills
Ashlea
And I waited,
Waited for anything,
Anything to happen.
But nothing did.
And sadly,
I saw that coming.
 May 2013 Lily Mills
MRR
The Fools
 May 2013 Lily Mills
MRR
The fools have spoken of the
Blessing of insanity as they
Stand without- gazing in through
The impenetrable glass walls to
Where I lay
Naked
Cold
Alone
To have the blessing of ignorance
And that of prideful bliss
Fools, I hiss through my teeth
And they carry on with their
Long winded soliloquies
With their twisted verbage
A show of flair, a petty coat on
An empty bottle.
 May 2013 Lily Mills
Liz Murray
The frustration you get
When you wake up in the middle of the night
And can't fall back to sleep.

You look at the clock,
Hoping,
It'll soon be time to get up.
But then you realize
It's not even near that time.

It's like the sun knows when you're awake and,
Just to be a ******,
Takes its time coming up.

So you lie there...
Trying to get some rest.
You squirm and change positions,
But still...
Nothing happens.

You begin to think about
Your life,
Your future,
The world,
Everything...

Then, all the bad thoughts become worse.
You think...
Maybe something might happen,
Or something may already have happened.

You try harder to fall asleep,
But you can't stop.
Can't stop thinking.
And you feel...
Upset...
Overwhelmed...
And you can do nothing
to stop all the horrible thoughts from coming through.

Then you're at the stage where now,
Your thoughts aren't coming in patterns anymore.
They scatter...
Like a nebula.

So you lie there.
You've given up.
You feel hopeless...
Like no one could ever help you.
So you just wait...
Wait for everything to be over.
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
Affairs.
Affairs of your husband.
Affairs of  your wife.
And when asked why?
You hear it wasn't planned.
It just happen.

But many times some are really planned.
One might not know the schemes being used.
But nothing just happens.
Not when one of the parties know they have a true love.

Once you show interest to the pursuer.
Then the game is on to succeed.
Some do it for joy.
Some do it to hurt another on purpose.

The choice words of we didn't mean for it to go this far.
Is the first sign they should have just been quiet.
For, how far must it go?

It could be the skills she have.
Or the things he brags about.
That started the whole situation.

It just happen sounds good to say.
Except, it doesn't ring true when you accepted the challenge.
Lust just pointed out your weakness.
That your vows was just words you only heard.

When the odds are great you're going to do it again.
Now, everyone involved has a hurt heart.
Especially the two that never played apart of the game.

It just happen, from a kiss.
It just happen, from a hug.
We didn't mean for it to lead to making love.

But when asked, did they ever tried to stop?
Then they get tied tongue trying to create lies.
Without talking about the plans or the plots.
That led to their lover's having a broken heart.
 Feb 2013 Lily Mills
Michael Pick
So maybe I push people away
Yeah, maybe I'm waiting
I beg for you not to stay
Claiming that I'd just hurt you
The fact is that I'm waiting for her
Even though it won't happen
Maybe I need a voice of reason
I don't really know though
Maybe I need someone to shove in
Just force me to fall in love with them
Alone we stand,
Isolated and alone on the edge of destruction
Desperately clinging to something,
anything to keep us anchored
to the misery we call life.

We all seek someone
to call our own,
to fill the emptiness that lies within our soul
and to make us feel
that life is worth living again.

So we endure the pains and tribulations
of day to day life,
in the hope that our suffering
will be rewarded by someone
holding a light to break up the dark.

I pray that these things that we chase so desperately
do in fact exist,
as if life consists of is this constant numbness
sinking deeper and deeper towards our cores
and nothing more,
then we may as well be done with it
once and for all.
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