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I was told it was beautiful
when i cried, sprawled out on the carpet
thump of my heart, chest to floor, chest to floor
nails scratching the seams

I remember that day
we looked at the stars through the windshield
and you said I sighed beautifully
so I sighed, and kissed you deeply

I remember the day you brought me coffee
in hopes of getting me out of bed
and you said i looked beautiful in the morning
my eyes small as slits and my throat coarse

Then the day came
you were silent as a dear
tiptoeing on leaves with utter fear
your humiliated face stained white
you said I was beautiful

And I scratched my fingers into the carpet
eyes as small as slits, wet with tears
my throat unable to speak,
anything but a small sigh
By: Kara MacLean
 Nov 2010 Moriah Jean
Andrei
Mama I've done wrong
Did it again
Swallowed the red sun and burnt my tongue
Now I talk in caustic prose
As I watch precious friends erode into stories that were once told
Missing the elastic howls that died in the sweet summer time,
our mellow procrastination that became an erratic fascination,
hopeless meandering in the forest grove
where we found Cherub rock and communicated in implicit thoughts
Merely stowed memories in a paper boat
Drifting towards a somber moat
formed from the friction of  splintered convictions

The chords of thunder roar
Black clouds of war wash ashore
It's time to fall on my own sword
I admit I ****** up, I hate red headed *****, but now
my methods will forever remain stitched and abrupt
 Oct 2010 Moriah Jean
Sofia
The raspy waters shattered,
Against the fearsome shores,
They hailed the stormy Winter,
They opened many doors.

She walked towards the peril,
The hail battered her skin,
She kissed the wind that whipped her,
With lips of reckless sin.

Her bare white feet, they trampled,
Upon the sodden path,
Her eyes began to tremble,
She chose to face this wrath.

The dainty hands gripped mercy
It weighed more than her thoughts,
She felt it, most diaphanous,
While Nature raged and fought.

The icy Winds, they beckoned,
Their voices full of cheer,
For she was but another,
To leave a life so dear.

But who were they to conquer,
She knew she had a will,
And it was them who urged her,
Set forth to find their ****.

She threw her mercy to them,
The Sky, the Wind, the Rain,
She knew this was her ending.
The one that eased the pain.

Her mind began to scatter,
And hold her back, away.
Her heart knew more however,
And allowed her not to stray.

And thus the Thunder bellowed,
Deadly, yet alive.
Her wispy clothing held her,
As her body slowly dived,

And the crash was undistinguished,
Against the heartless weather,
And her mind thus found serenity,
As her heartbeat ceased, forever.
 Sep 2010 Moriah Jean
jen king
life
 Sep 2010 Moriah Jean
jen king
life: a complex web of love, lies, hopes, fears, and people.

times change, people change, feelings change.

my thoughts never stay put.

they move around in my head,

i think about life and what it would cost to be dead.

the fate of others doesn't rest in my hands,

their lives are like mine spread across the times and the sand.

what the future holds only Heaven knows.

it rains or it snows the only difference is the temperature

of a heart that beats fast and then slow.

the anticipation of meeting is complex you

know the feeling, you've had it before,

when you see his smile or the flecks in his eyes.

the laugh, his laugh that makes your heart light,

you'd fight for his life as you'd fight for your own

heart,

like a drum,

it beats out a rhythm,

the rhythm of your soul,

the soul that's always restless and spreads throughout your

veins like a web, a complex web of lies.

lies like those of fear and people,

but not of hopes and love.

life.
4. march. 2008
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