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I could sit here all night and listen to the thunder, watch the lightning and run my fingers through the raindrops on my windowsill; trying to think of the perfect way to put into words how a thunderstorm makes my body tired and my mind feel safe but the truth is, I just love thunderstorms so ******* much. That is how I feel.

By Chloe Elizabeth
I just love thunderstorms so ******* much.
 May 2014 Margaret
Mohd Arshad
I am growing old
But young are my dreams
Life is getting cold
Still I walk in beams

Being old is natural
Like a rising sun
But dreams aren't congenital
They only keep us run
 May 2014 Margaret
Eva Burke
MAc AnD ChEeSe,
I lIkE to Eat MaCC NAd CHeSEE WITH my FeLLow,
iT mAkE em UrN YEllOw.
I lIke IT aS A s  nACK,
iT mAKes Me wACK.
I guess you could call it poetic how by the age of 12 I had no recollection of what happiness tasted like on my tongue. Some would say it was tragically beautiful.
But it was not poetic, nor was it beautiful,  but it was tragic. It was so very, very sad, and that sadness is only doubled now that people see sorrow as glorious.  It is not glorious. It is not strength. It is a lump of iron in your chest and stomach and it eats you from the inside, out and you have no right to think that blood stained wrists are anything other than tragic. So very,  very tragic.
We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards

We waste so many ideas,
so many lives;
We tell so many lies,
we hate so many things

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards

We act as if we rule others,
as if we don't need them;
We burn so many bridges,
we ruin so many buildings

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards

We'll never understand
and we'll never listen;
We'll never pay attention
and we'll never take care

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards.

We'll never give,
but we'll always be given
We'll never get what we want
and we'll never know what it is

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards.
 May 2014 Margaret
Shane Oltingir
.                                  Even if I compressed galaxies
                             Into a nebulous ink of stardust dew,
                             It would fail to, with words, describe,
                                  The beauty that's contained
                                                  In You.
 May 2014 Margaret
Sydney
Today I sat in the parking lot
Of my old high school
I felt sorry for everyone in that prison-like building;
They don't know that pain is excruciating
But pleasure is too
And the car started to get hot
So I drove away
And got a cup of coffee
And remembered where I was in my life
And I smiled and wiped my sweaty lip
Rope for sale,
Used once
It aches not really knowing,
Just to where it is I'm going.
Yet to never have the feeling I am lost.

It's like I'm walking around,
But yet I never get found,
It's only so safe and sound,
Out on the road.
I'll probably work more on this later.
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