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 Mar 2014 celestial
Lunar
hesitant
 Mar 2014 celestial
Lunar
sometimes, i'm on the verge of
forgetting you.
and sometimes, i find myself
deep in thought
unconsciously thinking of you.
It's over
she says as she watches me convulse with sobs
and it's the only thing she sees
the things she doesn't see
is how this has happened before
how worthless I feel to the world
how I've cried myself to sleep before
and I still have no idea why
that I feel so
E
   M
       P
         T
            Y
like a rusted cog in the clockwork
she thinks
that if I
S N A P
            M Y
                   F I N G E R S
it's going to end
that it's all just a
BAD
   DREAM
that I'll sleep off
but the difference between
THIS
         AND A
                      N I G H T M A R E
is that
I can't wake up
 Mar 2014 celestial
xoirene
End
 Mar 2014 celestial
xoirene
End
Everything must end.
These flowers will,
And so will you and I.
(i.d)
 Mar 2014 celestial
faggotten
Lies
 Mar 2014 celestial
faggotten
And I guess I'm just trying hard
Trying hard to convince myself
That I don't care about you anymore
That every day I think about you
Less and less

And I guess I was
But at some point
I saw you again
And things are complicated now
Now I'm thinking about you
And I keep lying at myself
More and more
 Mar 2014 celestial
ASB
my love
 Mar 2014 celestial
ASB
I have seen sunsets
lovelier than you,
and you are not as
powerful as the ocean;
and cheesecake tastes sweeter
than your lips,
your hair does not quite
outshine the sun,
and a light breeze in May
is gentler
than your gentle hands.
I love the sound of your voice,
but there are symphonies
lovelier,
and the words of Neruda
are more well-versed
than any that you've spoken;
and yet,
your inadequacy leaves me
enchanted
like nothing in this world,
and I wouldn't live
or die
for sunsets and rhymes
but I'd live and die for you;
there is nothing
in this world
that I'd compare you to, and
some things are more beautiful,
but they don't mean as much.
 Mar 2014 celestial
Grace Pickard
There are lots of young kids
Lined up in rows
And told what to be
And to avoid the lows
But there's one who is different
Who doesn't conform
He can't seem to fit in
To what is the norm

Wearing shorts on his head
"You're a ******" they said
But he knew more
So he had to ignore
As he grew up
With no friends to say 'sup
He felt so alone
While the other kids played
He always stayed home
And dreamed of a change

Then one day next door
A neighbor moved in
He greeted hello
And she returned a grin

She didn't follow a single trend
And proved everyone can find a friend
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