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Maybe if all soldiers
had to look their enemy in the eye
before they killed them
they wouldn't
or maybe not,
my head's just full of thoughts
where is peace?
what does this all mean?
what does this all
mean?

Daniel Magner 2015
Based off a story my grandpa Gerry told me about the war in Korea. He had a man in his sights but they locked eyes, in that moment he saw something and missed on purpose. The man was captured and tortured for 3 days before he died. He said he never forgot the man's eyes....
 Feb 2015 Megan Hoagland
Nicholas
Remember that overused line
about how opposites attract

As if we were comparable
to the idea of magnets
where North and South linked each other

Meaning our bond was built like this,
where we knew we were different,
but still we wound up together.

But later on we figured out
that there was not much between us,
that we’re more same than different

If its true how the saying goes,
there would be no reason for me
to even think why we’re apart.

Because opposites do attract,
and we found out we’re more alike.
So maybe that's the answer why.
Why it felt like you were drifting,
slowly drifting away from me.

Because when it comes to magnets,
opposites do attract each other.
But then we weren’t opposites,
because we saw ourselves in each other.
Do not weep, for I am with you
Even though we are apart
Do not weep, for I am with you
Always keep me in your heart

Think of me and smile
I will always be so near
Think of me and smile
I am fine now, so have no fear

I'm in his arms in heaven
Close your eyes and think of me
I'm in his arms in heaven
Exactly where I'm supposed to be

Remember me and I'll be with you
Don't worry, we'll meet again, I'm sure
Remember me and I'll be with you
Keep me close for evermore
for our friend Sheila (Elton)
I could stay here..forever
Reading all your poems
Digging deep into humanity
Knowing pieces of human heart
Of pain
Joy
Sorrow
Anger
Desires
Love
I love to write
But I also love to read
Letting words fill the deep longings of my heart
Thanks to all poets who live real lives.
What is the hardest part
                    Of being alone?
It's the quietness,
A stillness making
What ought have been a home-
a house.
It's filled with beds,
But those lover's nests
Are             Empty.
And the thought is
As occupying as a dream.
A dream you cannot feel
Because the loneliness is keeping you awake

With no one to hold down your fears
         And keep you safe.
I read once that sleep helps the brain regulate the metabolism. I never paid much attention to informational possible life changing books; I guess that’s why I have the lungs of an 80 year old nicotine addict. It’s 1/16/14, 6:56 pm. My mother used to tell me that whatever bad habits I did, would affect my future greatly, I guess that’s why I can’t last two laps on the track without breathing heavily. I guess that’s why I’m afraid to approach people face to face because I’m scared my tobacco scented breathe will push them away. When I was growing up I wasn’t always aware of problem solving methods, so I wouldn’t over think and wouldn’t care about it, now I do, things were better back then. I should stop smoking cigarettes, it’s affecting my running.

It is now 5/18/14, I still run like I’m a 5 year old uncontrollable child
found this on my desktop, this was a while back
I've been spending most of my time
finding ways to feel fulfilled
but honestly I am twenty-two and life is a cycle,
monotonous,
i sleep more than i ever have before
and i avoid responsibility like
the plague.

to be worthy of someone's time would be great
but i am in a constant tug-of-war
with my standpoint on relationships.
yeah, having a partner could be fun
'cause i could belong to someone
and i guess now that i think of it,
that sounds exhausting.
i should go back to bed.

i stay up until 3:00 am,
listening to the same songs on repeat
tweeting my thoughts like a lost prophet
serving a sermon to her open palms
i'm hopeful you will think i'm clever
i want your attention,
not your surrender.

my mom tells me to be careful every time i leave the house
i shrug and say "yeah okay" but promise nothing else
we drink beer in basements and watch kids sing their hearts out,
only alive when it's dark out,
i end up on some foreign couch with two beards and a ukelele
you couldn't thrill me if you paid me.
 Mar 2014 Megan Hoagland
Sarah
Tell me to go home again, tell me that I look tired one more time. Maybe that will be the push I need. Ask me what’s wrong again. Maybe this time I’ll tell you that I’m tired of the sun rising in the northwest instead of the east. This time I’ll tell you that I so badly want to detox from the drug that is your name. Because every time I hear it, smell it, and taste it I fall deeper down the rabbit hole. Spinning and swirling down the spiral to get to your home. How can you be friends with someone when all you crave is the sound of your name on their lips. When all you want is their hands on your hips and in your hair one more time. Drink in my thoughts the same way you sip that cheap beer. Tired of those eyes that watch you like the preview of their favorite movie only to decide to save it for another rainy day. Pause, rewind, play. Repeat.
January 2014
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