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 Nov 2016 Mae
Colten Sorrells
Stuck
 Nov 2016 Mae
Colten Sorrells
I'm stuck

here at the bottom

and

******

rolls *downhill
repost from back in April
 Nov 2016 Mae
chris
you fear death
 Nov 2016 Mae
chris
-
but don't live life
 Nov 2016 Mae
chris
 Nov 2016 Mae
chris
you were the one

and you were the only one
 Nov 2016 Mae
Ronell Warren Alman
Continue to surge
Just enlighten yourself
Make your world shine
And keep everything in line
You can do it
Follow on your journey
Embrace your vision
And carry out your mission
 Oct 2016 Mae
Cassidy Morris
Alone
 Oct 2016 Mae
Cassidy Morris
I feel alone
but i'm not..
I hurt
but no one is hurting me..
I just don't feel right
I don't belong here
the lingering question, why..
Why do I feel this pain..
I want it to go away
Trying so hard, but it just comes back so much stronger
Pulling down
Knowing my weaknesses
I cry..
but no tears
Just left with broken pieces on the ground that I can't pick up..
 Oct 2016 Mae
mk
there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.
I don't want to walk
in the margins of my life,
but straight through
the middle to the
Heart,  where
all is wild
and sticky
messy/joyful
angry/tranquil

But this is hard--
to stay in the middle,
to hand myself over to
change, a total conflagration
or, I know not what.

I remember then the audacity
of a single step.
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