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 Feb 2013 Maddie
Amber
Reality
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Amber
Child Reality (Part 1)
As a child you see the world as a playground.
Cars, driven by feet against ground, when you would run for speed.
The biggest pain you felt was a scratch.
The "Love" you gained was for a blanket, and kisses from parents.
You were a child, the saddest part of life.
When reality hits you, you'll be gone.
Blown away.

True Reality (Part 2)
Now you see the world as a grave.
Cars, passing people in need, colors of all type.
The biggest pain you feel now is the mistakes.
The love you feel now is pain, and the kisses from parents are gone, now from strangers, the kisses leading to ***.
You are an adult, following the sadness from you childhood.
The reality hit you.
You're gone.
Ashamed.

You are now tasting the scent of reality.
Gone, soon dead from reality.
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Shannan Mae
Lucky.
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Shannan Mae
Grass tickles my feet.
There’s a penny on the ground.
I pick it up with my toes.
(The way I would have when I was little.)
I hand the penny to you and tell you today’s going to be lucky.
You call me a dork and touch your lips to mine.
(I always liked how tall I was, you didn’t have to bend over to kiss me.)
I run and tell you to catch me.
When you do we fall to the ground giggling.
We lay there together.
Your hands are so warm on my legs.
(That was one of the first things I noticed about you when we met, how warm your hands were.)
When I wake up you are still asleep and I cannot feel your hand on my leg.
I stare at the wheel chair by the bed.
 Feb 2013 Maddie
REL
a rolling stone gathers no waves
to beat against mercilessly, smoothing
all the tough nights (spent on hotlines
because there were thousands of others
but none that called you by the right name)

don’t feel bad for escaping to your own
bat-infested cave. it is dark and your heart bitten
still better to bite than bring light
to heart-stalagmites
121912
 Feb 2013 Maddie
camren raymond
my own eyes have asked payment
the sight of you
what it does to me
this sense of urgent anxiety
thinking of it as...hurry
get it over with
turn and walk away
my heart does not beat
at your beauty
it awaits stunned for
first glimpse of the day reaction
smile and hello
it beats again
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Jane Austen
Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean,
A gallant commander the victim is seen.
For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand
Condemn'd to receive a severe reprimand!
To his foes I could wish a resemblance in fate:
That they, too, may suffer themselves, soon or late,
The injustice they warrent. But vain is my spite
They cannot so suffer who never do right.
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Cecil Davidson
Solicit my virtue even though I have none left to give
The last laugh will be mine when I cease to live
The trembling of my soft tears lick my face like flames
The burning flesh smells of resentment and shame
A ***** heart makes no excuse for an expired mind
Cherish your innocence
Cherish your heart
I no longer want my own to start
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Hana Gabrielle
frantic
hands ripping through air
reaching for a grasp
on your sadness

I have been
will be
am
enraptured in your temperature.
contented in contempt
for your fairytale past
impossible
to impact

yet coveting the forbidden
taste
of imprints
in your reality
sparks a dorment sentiment
of such coarse,
rough reciprocity

tempting taste of your bliss
come close
and through shifting smoke
we can descend into
crude togetherness
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Emily Beers
I remember when you first said my name.
It was like any other person saying it.
Except that
Which each passing time
It became more and more like a secret.
Something only you and I shared.
You would look at me,
In the eyes
Blue locked on blue
And say “Emily”.
And with each passing time,
Your mouth turned up more and more.
And then less and less.
I remember the last time you said my name.
It was like any other person saying it.
Except that
I had never wanted to be called anything else
More than I did in that moment.
 Feb 2013 Maddie
Jay Harden
Do you have to be heroic
To be loved?
Build a city, save a human
To be loved?
Can you cook a can of spinach,
Take a load with nothing in it,
Do you have to be heroic
To be loved?
Could you just change a diaper,
Tuck her in, or just delight her,
Is that sufficient for you
To be loved?
What’s the reason or the season
That you do the quiet things,
Things that no one knows about,
Those that are never seen?
Do they add up toward a total,
Earn attention, force a yodel,
Turn the desert of your heart
To something green?
You don’t have to be heroic
To be loved.
You just love, forget the getting,
Nothing more till sun is setting,
You don’t have to be a hero
To be loved.
Flowing into all the creases,
Never stopping, never ceasing,
Love flows out
Beyond the labels
After all.
September 8, 2011
O’Fallon, Missouri
 Feb 2013 Maddie
HML
Haunted By Love
 Feb 2013 Maddie
HML
Don’t love me she said in her head to the dead
For I can’t love you back, your soul is in bed
Whether it is up or its down, in the clouds or the flames
I can’t love you back and it’s an awful shame

I feel you here, there’s fear and tears
I should be scared but your presence steers
Me somewhere I know, I trust, I go
Somewhere where there’s both friend and foe

You make me feel sound, soul round, mind bound
Strange that up or down you put me on ground
Ground that is solid under my shaking feet
I may sit in a chair but you are the seat

You hold me, console me, control me
You presence will grab tightly and have me wholly
You whisper you love me when its dark and I’m in bed
But I can’t love you back, for you are the dead
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