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 Apr 2015 Sol
Carolin
Little Boy
 Apr 2015 Sol
Carolin
Little boy with wounds
on his heart. And scars
on his feet. Little boy
wondering off and lost
in the streets. Looking for
something to eat. Looking
for his family’s picture in
the sand. Little boy with a
broken toy in his hand. And
bruises on his lips. Runs in
the streets with no clue looking
like a fool. All he wants is a warm
hand to hold and a heart to crawl
in when it’s night and time for
bed* ~
 Apr 2015 Sol
Carolin
Her Hair
 Apr 2015 Sol
Carolin
She has flowers in her
hair. Daisies , daffodils
and other flowers of
spring. He doesn't like
her to cut it off. Because
he fell in love with every
petal and every stem* ~
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 Apr 2015 Sol
aebrellim
YOU
 Apr 2015 Sol
aebrellim
YOU
Everyday I find myself talking to you.
Everyday I tell myself I wont talk to you for a while.
Yet, I get electrified when my phone receives a text from you.
When I see you in person my heart skips a beat.
I loose myself in your eyes full of life.

I never can find the words to tell you that:
" You are the most beautiful and worth every minute of my time.
You are worth more than anything that the human mind can conceive. your personality is a ray of sunshine, all in all I'm just a really lucky person to have you in my life."

In my mind I've practice the speech millions of times.
All I really want to do is make you mine.
Because you are perfection
With you would be like heaven

I don't want to tell you because I fear,
Sometime in the future.
We wont be speaking within a year.

I don't want to loose you as a friend.
But I want to let you know.
That I hope this isn't the end.
Telling you should be as easy as a free throw.

**I love you, just had to tell you though.
 Apr 2015 Sol
B
Untitled
 Apr 2015 Sol
B
I was in love with a boy who could calm my most fierce storms that were brewed inside my head, but he created a hurricane inside me when he left, flooding every crevice of my body with the memories of him.*


B.S.
 Apr 2015 Sol
Devon Webb
Museless
 Apr 2015 Sol
Devon Webb
It has started
occurring to me
that I rely
too much on my
muses
to give me worth.

We are
too young
and I am
too small
to start giving
bits of myself away
to be stretched and
expanded upon
by others.

I cannot
be restricted
to dependency
or limit myself
to the dead-end
streets
paved by
people with names
I forgot.

I can walk
in whichever direction
I choose
and write words
that I will not
dedicate
to you.
 Apr 2015 Sol
Marshall CB Hiatt
I'm a pacer.
It gets me places.
It gets me out of my head.

I walk
I turn
I walk some more,
And I calm down from what was said.

Ze said it's self soothing.
I say it's just anxiety.

I say it's torture because I have to choose,
Do I let my feet ache,
Or my head.
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