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 Feb 2015 M
Nica Rodriguez
Set me free from the shells
Of the whipping cold breeze
Imprison me within your arms
As our hearts beat as one

Let your fingertips traverse my back
As the moonlight seeps through both our skin
Trace every vein on my body
As if each leads back to your own

I want to feel the waves of your mouth
And let them wash away my pain
We have the moon as our witness
As we leave each other breathless
 Feb 2015 M
Natasha
Country Sunrise
 Feb 2015 M
Natasha
old winds blow through the fields of wheat
  
    my name
    above all things
    it whispers softly
    calling me to free my spirit

& run forever through the open landscape until I find my horizon.
 Mar 2014 M
kaiya justine
Daydreaming, dreaming while one is still awake
The minds way of fantasying  
Wishing about another life or being just happy for once
Where reality end and something different begins
They keep people alive in a place where they can’t live
A place where no one else knows
Trying to figure out if I should stay or go
Away from all the worrying and regret
A place where I know no one else will understand
i know its not that great but i really did try
 Feb 2014 M
Le Lotus
Wish I were old enough
So that people won't judge
Cause I've fallen so hard
In love with you
If I were old enough
So then people won't judge
When I say I love you

They say that our age gap too big
And that I'm still is a kid
But I tell you what, I can never feel it
Cause you act way so childish

You make me laugh
You give me love
You teach me life
If only they knew
how much you meant to me

Wish I were old enough
So that people won't judge
Cause I've fallen so hard
In love with you
If I were old enough
So then people won't judge
When I say I love you
 Feb 2014 M
Audre Lorde
If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.
 Feb 2014 M
Pilot
I saw a woman in a restaurant yesterday.
It was a family restaurant;
the tables came in fours and fives, not ones and twos.
She sat alone on a table with three empty seats.

She studied the menu with concentration,
paying no attention to the world that swirled and lashed around her like vicious waves; a coming tide.
Then she did a funny thing: she took out a book, and began to read.
Amidst all the chaos, she somehow found solace.
I envied her, really, for being able to do that—
to not care,
to dare.

I wanted to admire her.
I tried to admire her, I really did.
But I couldn’t.
I pitied her, and cursed myself for it.
And the plates kept clinking,
and the cups kept singing,
and families kept laughing,
and she kept reading.
 Nov 2013 M
Tristan Ortega
Am I a Christian?
Because I am a man of God,
who makes sure spreading the Gospel is my mission.
I go to church on Sundays just to stare and listen,
as the preacher in front talks about a book some guy has written,
Am I a Christian?
Because as soon as I step out of those doors,
my life takes a complete U-turn.
From the life of a Godly individual,
to one who's god is no other than the person he sees in the mirror.
I set my Facebook status to Christian,
and make sure I post a Bible Verse everyday,
and add a side note to trust in God and pray.
But when I'm having fun in a party,
or if I receive a blessing,
God's not on my thank you list,
I don't even thank Him for the things He so graciously gave me.
Am I a Christian?
because if I smile,
it doesn't mean I'm not beat up inside.
Just  because I pray,
doesn't mean that I listened to God during that day.
Just because my Facebook says I'm Christian
it doesn't mean that I'm actually listening.
Just because I tweet Bible verses,
it doesn't mean that my life reflects Jesus.
Because I can tell everyone that I know God,
but it doesn't mean that I am actually his son.
So am I actually a Christian?
Because when that day comes,
when we finally meet God,
will He tell me, "Come to me my son."
or will He say, "Who are you? Be gone!"
Am I a Christian?
:)
 Nov 2013 M
Sierra Schmidt
Someone
 Nov 2013 M
Sierra Schmidt
We wait and wait each day,
But what are we waiting for?
Someone to love us?
Someone to show they care?
Someone to cuddle with in the darkest of nights?
Someone to save us?
Someone
Nobody's coming.
Nobody's going to come to save you,
to cuddle with you in the darkest of nights,
to show they care,
to love you.
Nobody
You need to save yourself,
You need to be your own someone.
 Nov 2013 M
Sierra Schmidt
Cancer
 Nov 2013 M
Sierra Schmidt
Day by day,
Night by night,
Living through an endless fight
Not with others,
But with myself,
Slowly losing all my health
Where's the cure?
Here or there?
What happened to my beautiful hair?
The end is near,
As I lay still,
I know it, cancer- it's me you've killed.
Cancer is real, I'm sure most have experience the grieving of a loved one. I pray for all of the lost souls and the current fighters.
 Oct 2013 M
NitaAnn
I am
 Oct 2013 M
NitaAnn
I am a high-maintenance client.
I am a sad scared little girl.
I am an angry rebellious teenager.
I am a self-reliant woman with above average intelligence.
I am sad and small.
I am overbearing and demanding.
I am questioning and untrusting.
I am sarcastic and amusing.
I am outgoing and reserved.
I am determined and strong but also fearful and weak.
I am honest but withholding.
I am compassionate and giving and yet also hard and cold.
I am stubborn and willful.
I hide behind the facade of a woman I want to be.
I feel nothing and too much at the same time.
I am the life of the party but never really present.
I am beautiful crystal on the outside but shards of broken glass on the inside.
I will endure a hurricane to take away someone else’s pain and turmoil
and yet I cannot seem to do the same for myself.*
  
I am the product of a man who wanted me in controlling and abusive ways.
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