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 Feb 2013 Michael Pick
brooke
I don't know how to let
go of people, unintentionally
maybe I never learned. I'm
okay for a day or two, week,
tops. I sort of sink into the
corkboard, cheat the air,
clean my room.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Feb 2013 Michael Pick
Danielle
I’m running.
Faster and faster until I can feel my heart,
until I can feel my breath explode,
and even then it’s just the start.
But then I hit the end of the road.

I’m falling.
Farther and farther until I crash into the water.
It’s like it has hands that grab onto me,
pulling me under, and then it gets hotter.
Like there’s a fire consuming the sea.

I’m burning.
More and more until I am nothing but a ghost.
I can no longer breath or speak.
I just drift through the water, engrossed.
Nothing matters now, I’m too weak.

I’m floating.
Higher and higher above the ocean.
Tumbling in the cool, easy breeze.
My body just follows the winds motion,
Until I hit the clouds and it turns cold and full of trees.


I’m shivering.
Harder and harder as I realize I’m naked in the snow.
It hits my body and burns with a sting.
I try and find my way with only the moon’s glow,
Then suddenly everything turns to spring.

I’m running and running, and from what?
I don’t know.
 Feb 2013 Michael Pick
SJ
night.time
 Feb 2013 Michael Pick
SJ
I want to feel your breath
on my deprived skin
I want your voice
to echo into my ears
and influence all the
voices
to escape my mind
because it's your turn
to haunt my dreams
 Feb 2013 Michael Pick
Anon C
Passion coursing throughout my veins like fire
the one piece the dots will never connect
exemplified by the one, the one exception
in any given situation
the flame would still cut like jagged steel
a reminder that there can be only one
even if never touched, always that piece will be taken
if only an image could be yanked through a mirror
tortured pain
will never refrain, never go away
until then
tears never cease when you are yourself, The Devil
Place your hand upon my chest
pound your palm
to pick up the pace
and put the pieces
                                 back
Anger and misery,
Raging through my veins.
Emotions held back,
Long enough for today.
Walking away,
I gather my pain.

I sit alone, silently,
Few tears escaping my eyes
As I reach for my pencil.
Thoughts swirling, I begin.
Words flow onto the page
Like a whispering wind.

Dreams of escaping,
Yet, I’m stone.
I have to finish
The verses in my head.
Faster, I write,
Lines appearing as if magic.

The end,
It stares before me;
The last word spoken.
I drop the pencil,
Eraser and lead dull;
My mind at rest.
Darkened, lonely skies; wind playing with night,
The creatures lurking like demons alive.
Their dark red shining eyes giving them sight,
Every corner turned; the path to survive.

Screams emanating from shadows behind,
Terror and fear quickening victims breath.
Feet sprint as brown-gold leaves scatter and wind.
The chase is on, fighting for life, or death.

Sharp claws sink into soft, pure, supple skin,
Crimson liquid seeping from hidden veins.
Then silence, not a whisper, only sin.
The demon has struck; filled himself with vain.

All left behind, scattered bones and sinew,
Death and sorrow made the dark night anew.
 Feb 2013 Michael Pick
Abby Payne
The sun awaits me,
far beyond this world of crime,
and drugs, and misery.
It lays a path
beneath my feet.
I follow it untill I can stand no more
and wait and wait for what I was meant for.
I waited hours, days, months, and years
but yet I still find my far away fears.
They take me away
and break my everlasting heart.
They bury me and hide me
and torture me too.
They ersase my beautiful path
I've waited on for so long.
I crash and I burn
and I rip my heart out.
For I don't have any use for it anymore.
They take me to thier king, their lord, thier savior in sight
and take me away
from orders of thier lord.
They then throw me into darkness.
There I will wait
for my end to come.
But wait,
I won't, I can't stay here.
I will find my way out.
I will not wait here, not now, not ever
for my skeleton to turn to dust.
I may be alone,
but I am not on my own.
I will find my path agian
and take my turn.
I deserve to be free
and not treated like the absentee.
I will find a new path
where I can be me.
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