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 Nov 2013 Michael Pick
Morgan
I used to use this weather
as an excuse to wear a sweater
I'd pull the sleeves down over
my wrists, smile & say I was
feelin better but the sun
always made a liar out of me
that a hospital trip could
hardly appease
Well, I can't say that I'm okay
And I won't say that I've been saved
But there's a song playing
in the back of my head
that says don't you ******* dare
And when my friends sing along
I can't help but to care
I refrain from sleeping,
not because I don't want to rest,
not because I don't long to relax,
but because I dread the empty space between consciousness
and slumbering bliss.

the moments where I evaluate
every single wrong,
relationship,
reasons to be turned off,
and the lengthy time that lies ahead,
how I get from here to there,
and the way tomorrow will flow.
 Nov 2013 Michael Pick
Muse
We build these walls up around us
Reset as we fall into the dust
In this game we keep running away

Run from the monster behind you
Wrong turn and it finally finds you
There is no more running on this way

In this labyrinth of these lost hearts
Thin as fabric we lose our parts
Reaching for a castle in the sky

Dreaming of cerulean skies
Wishing like a fairy I could fly
Reaching for that castle 'til I die
 Nov 2013 Michael Pick
Muse
We live in a world where society decides what's real
A world where you are told who you are and what you feel
If you're anorexic or you cut you're an attention *****
And they try to beat you down until you can't take anymore
Or if you get pregnant and are still a little young
They say she's probably a **** and drug addict and high strung
Not realizing that it's really not even their place
Even if it was at least have the guts to say it to someone's face
Instead of judging their live evaluate yours
Stop whispering he say and she says behind closed doors
So what if they're anorexic they're in pain
And if they cut it doesn't mean you can call them insane
Because it's not even your place to say
Shut the hell up stop acting arrogant and move out my way
You are not them you are you
You don't have a ******* clue about what they've been through
No matter what I write,
not a thing will change,
no reason to this world,
no magic in the way I see it.

I believe in peaceful rebellion,
but it that enough?

No one will likely listen to my words,
they will listen only to action,
but what can I do?

Violence seems to be the key,
wars waged in the name of virtue,
change founded on a mountain of corpses,
America's truth.

And though I struggle,
nothing I do or say will be heard,
my opinion is worth little.

Is this the world in which I want to raise children?

A fragile peace,
fought with secrets,
with fear.

A savage place,
segregated by race,
and aggregated equality.

A world without change,
laws forged through bloodstains,
sanguine writ,
the only truth I see.

And so,
I retreat,
this world estranged from me,
a hermit hiding,
in what ought to be.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
 Nov 2013 Michael Pick
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If I wanted to be ignored
I would have dug myself a grave
With not even a tombstone
Or anything to show my name
Just a small, little place
To put myself to rest
An unknown burial ground
To put my body at ease
And leave it with
Flowers surrounded
For a bit of luck
Or just to
Make it look nice
I'm not asking for much
Just for a bit of support
To make my existence
Feel like it's worth something
All I ever asked for
Was tender love
And tender care
I have a fragile heart
Take care of it
Before it's too late
© Natali Veronica 2013.

This is depressing, but **** it, I needed to vent.
 Nov 2013 Michael Pick
Amanda
You may think you know my friend, Sad.
Oh yes you may
But you don't know Sad,
like I know Sad.
Sad will visit you every so often
and pull on your heart strings,
Just to remind you he's there.
But Sad and I?
Oh he's constantly with me
His hands wrapped around my neck
Whispering "This is true friendship"
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