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 Jul 2015 ellie
Evangeline Ashe
Ever more will I weave daisy chains from your laughter.
 Jul 2015 ellie
nivek
holding back
 Jul 2015 ellie
nivek
I really want it all
do not offer me everything
not all at once
 Jul 2015 ellie
nivek
you have the ability to take me anywhere
maybe that's why you left me behind
 Jul 2015 ellie
Delaney
Introversion
 Jul 2015 ellie
Delaney
But, darling, no one is understanding this.
My abilities are flowers and you're picking off all the petals
before I even have time to grow more.
My brain is a garden that I can only water when I'm alone,
so please understand that I will wilt and dry out when exposed
to too much social interaction for too long of a time.
I need time to recuperate, to grow, to freshen up.
Because a flower is no fun when it's wilted, and all the petals are gone.


(d.d.b)
 Jul 2015 ellie
Jake Griffith
You're the menthol in my newport:
Refreshing, deadly, and smooth.
 Jul 2015 ellie
jeffrey robin
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they sat upon the Hill

SHE was looking into Her World

HE was looking into His World

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They turned toward each other

And their eyes met

And their worlds met

And merged into one

//

And they got up

And walked down the Hill

Together

Into the

FOREVER

Of true Meaning

And True Purpose

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and FOREVER embraced them

And LOVE grew between them

And from them

//

Everyone is glad



Everyone

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 Jul 2015 ellie
Vernon Waring
When we got our swimming pool
We were bamboozled by friends
Who popped up uninvited
And took over our weekends

The friends brought others with them
Strangers we didn't even know
Our popularity soared
Our circle began to grow

But were we being naive?
Were we playing the fool?
We finally learned the truth
When we drained the swimming pool
 Jul 2015 ellie
Olga Valerevna
Remember disappearing, feeling smaller than I should
Suppressed my good intentions in the dark because I could
And when I looked inside at all the emptiness I kept
I fell apart completely, watched my being as it wept
But somewhere in the nothingness my face had reappeared
Began to change the present to a past I once revered
With all of my distractions having walked the other way
I opened up my heavy eyes to greet another day
I'm here to be a part of everything that can be seen
But that is only half of what the morning is to me
Wherever there is vision there is also something more
An eye around the sun you couldn't possibly ignore
what you do not see can be seen
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