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The Crisis In Connecticut Has Officaly Ended,
My Faith In Humanity,
In Our Ability To Love--Our Ability To Grow,
How Could A Man,
Watch His Own Mother,
Soak His Own Carpet With The Blood,
She Created Him With?
How Could He Look Into The Eyes Of 5 Year Old,
And Pull The Trigger?
And Only To Pale More, Rosy Cheeks?  
How Could He Watch Their Bloodied Friends,
Cry--Currupting Their Brains With Horrid Memories,
How Could He Live With Those Parents,
Going Home To A Christmas Tree,
Knowing Their Child Will Never Open Their Gifts?
How Can The People In My School,
**** Their Chance In Survival,
Breaking Their Veins With Knives,
And Smothering Their Hearts Out With Smoke,
When Those Children And Parents Are Begging,
For Those Lost Lives Back?
*I'm Broken Inside,
And There Is No Longer A Cure,
After A While,
My Heart Will Be Nothing But Broken,
So I Say Now,
I Have Officially,
100% Lost Hope In This Dirtbag Species
Dedicated To All The Wonderful Pure Souls Lost Today In The Sandy Hook Elementry School Shooting.... Blessed Be All Those Who Were Effected, I Cried So Hard.. And Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I Know There Are Good People Out There So You Don't Need To Waste Your Breath Telling Me... I'm Just Dying Inside Right Now.. Hope Does Die
He pulls my hand
and I stumble up the stairs
holding two backpacks, four books
and a lunchbox full of old toy cars,
nearly tripping
but landing instead on the second floor landing.

The blinds covering the window in front of me
split slightly,
just enough
for me to see her smiling eye watching me.

I don't know her name
and she doesn't know mine.
we've never said anything real to each other.
we know nothing about each other
other than that she spends a lot of time there
at her grandparents house,
speaking Portuguese, Spanish and English
and listening to Spanish rap on the balcony
loud enough to hear through the floor
of the apartment I only spend six days in a month
and over the occasional fight between my family.

That's all she knows of me;
my fleeting ghost walking with my brother past their window
thirty or so times a month,
talking
but almost inaudibly, and never to her.
wish i knew her better
than as the eye peeking through the blinds



©Brandon Webb
2012
26 angels have arrived for orientation
Taken from the world without hesitation
Heaven is a little more crowded:
There’s a place already prepared
At least tonight those who’ve passed,
Will rest in God’s care

Buried under heartbreak, Newtown still stands
Worlds changed, for this kid and the next
“Kids, 2 +2 is…” BANG -
Children were unable to protect,
Themselves or their friends

Gunshots filled the air
Instead of love that should be there

Flags at half-staff, leave us half-hearted
Soo many, like too many,
Will spend their Christmas
With families torn apart
And no New Years resolution
Can make up for the inhuman execution

May we ever look to love unconditionally.
My greatest empathies go to those in Newtown, CT. Lives have been irreversibly altered, and in the words of President Obama, "our hearts are broken."
 Dec 2012 Nigel Obiya
Mia
Just a touch is what I need
To tide me over till the rising sun
Just a moment in your arms
To sweep away my loneliness.
Just a kiss from your lips
sweeps me off my feet.
You have ensnared me.

I count the hours till you wake
cause I want you holding me
Looking into my eyes
Telling me secrets of your soul
Only when you hold me
can I find the answers
To what I want and need.
Never doubt

Because my

Love

For you

Will always

Be true.
 Dec 2012 Nigel Obiya
Tim Knight
Depends what your idea of colour is
or if your forever will ever exist.
Too many ink lines on one too many lists,
another reason for you to invest in one kiss.
Visit them, pay them,
lay next to them in Milan:
as there you can let every crease
unravel and unfurl,
let the block roll on,
like every Italian street.

Here, a fake friend has helped you
write a novel,
she helped you out of that darker hovel-
where you once sat and laid,
cut yourself off from
apartment rent and all the prices paid.
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I broke your
Heart today
Smashed it
Hard onto
The cement
And watched
As it broke
Into pieces
My relief
Was grand
And that was it
That was goodbye.

For good this time.
It was a playdoh heart I broke today with my fiancee.
 Dec 2012 Nigel Obiya
CassieRose
I have forgotten my Grandfathers face,
Crinkled eyes and sour drops.
Would He forgive me if He knew?
This thought invades my mind.
Sinks into my veins.
Nips at my nerves.
Will I be as forgotten as my Grandfather?
Will no one remember my candies?
My eyes.
Will there be no one to remember me?
Would I forgive myself if I knew?
   *That I hadn't lived enough to be remembered.
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