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 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Marian
Tomorrow is my
Birthday, I'm so excited
And I'm so happy.

*~Marian~
This is true. Tomorrow is my birthday! I am so happy and excited as well as eager!!!
Happy Birthday to you too, my dearests even though it probably isn't your birthdays. :) <3
XOXOs
 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Nicole Potter
Many things lie beneath the surface,
What you must find is called the purpose,

What you hear, and what you see
Frightens all, including me.

Lies, control and manipulation,
All I want is to save the Nation

Hate, deceit, an spoken half truths,
Ethics, morality, and trust played fast and loose

Break the walls to find what remains
Even though it might cause pain

You will find what you need to carry on,
Not be just another pawn.

Find your direction,
Allow for connection.

Look at every situation with humanity,
Otherwise we may suffer a great calamity.

Work together for Harmony,
Fight against conformity.

Discover who you are.
Old ghosts teem amid the fireflies and dim time

stumbles through the variegated dusk, with

glowing plums, how they burden in the dark

those limbs in twisted slumber, threading the

canopy of shadows that embrace the sharp

features of failing day, the oblivious regions of

the end of games that every fate has known

since birth, since breath drew the tongue-

a meaningful word

from meaningless

air.
 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Daniel Kenneth
A knife in the back
Such a subtle weapon
Sneaking up unnoticed at force
Tip hovering behind your heart
And then a ****** and a twist
And death is upon thee
A knife in the back is such a subtle weapon
And it is what killed me
 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Haley
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 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Haley
When you aren't feeling your best,
I want you to lie here on my chest.

And hear my heart beating,
And know that it's beating for only you.


I'll run my fingers through your hair,
To let you know I truly care.

And you could close your eyes,
Forgetting everything that you despise.
 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Laney Mejias
i may not be strong
but every ounce of strength i have
i will use to hold you
as tightly as i can.

i may not be tall,
but i will take you higher than you have ever been
where there is no color, race, fear, or pain
and all is filled with beauty, love, and hope.

i may not have money,
but i am rich in love, and happiness, and soul
and i will share everything i have with you
each second i am by your side.

i may not have been whole,
but that was only because
i did not have my souls twin to complete me,
i had not yet found myself in you.
 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Anon C
I thought the trash bag was a bunny
will I live long enough
intense love cannot merely be painted over with a crisp new brush
the grass under my feet sinks like a freshly dug grave
thoughts of predictability more overwhelming day after day
knowing the system and the routine
sinking though my grave to the cavern below
I find a sense of comfort in my own abyss of black thoughts
have I wandered so far down that I am now lost
to what it means to be my scarecrow
my mind drifts once more to the trash bag bunny
I wish to die where the Autumn leaves place their crown atop my head
in the hidden wood, far below the cavern where all is enveloped
filled with trash bag bunnies and no more worries
 Mar 2013 Old Blue
Jennifer West
Pain rockets through my body.
A new, unusual pain.

Not physical.
Not describable.

Not temporary.

My heart flutters for a moment, remembering...

The good.
The wonderful.
The incredible.

But then it comes rushing back and hits me, just like a train wreck.

The images flash by, one by one they race through my mind.

Allowing the visions to peace together haunted memories...

Memories of sadness.
Memories of woe.
Memories of misery.
Memories of hatred.
Memories of the ******.

The pain is a sudden rush of sadness.

It buries itself deep into my tortured soul, etching scars there forevermore.

Making me realize... Real eyes... The real lies...

Fool.

Love is nothing more then a simple illusion.

It flusters, flushes and flatters us in one simple moment, yet the next it has vanished.

Love is nothing more than a cruel beast.

It taunts and teases.

It evades the heart when us mortals need it the most, yet pounces when we need it the least.

Love is nothing more then a mocking demon.

It allows us to repeatedly circle our true eternal other, yet it pushes us in directions we never intended to go in.

For love, is nothing more, then pain.
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