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  Feb 2015 A Wegner
Audrey
Who am I?
I am outgoing, but
I am shy
I am smart, but
I am afraid
I am pretty, but
I am ugly
I am passionate, but
I am numb
I am me, but
I am not
Who am I?

Sometimes,
I hate myself.
Other times,
I love myself
All the time,
I'm pretending

Pretending for parents
Pretending for friends
Pretending for everyone
The pretending never ends
I even pretend for me
Who am I?*
I do not know
  Feb 2015 A Wegner
Art Flores
She told me,
'Let's go to heaven
For the hell of it'
As she was smiling
To the starry sky
So benevolent.

Irrelevant when I
Couldn't see her eyes
Set on tomorrow,
But it was just her
Imacable positivity
That had killed my
Pessimistic sorrow.

Because in a universe
That's filled with meteorites
And other cosmic debris,
We're just bright stars
Shooting for something
Further than the moon.*

- (A.F)
For the ones that
worry about the future.

Copyright © 2015 Art Flores.
All Rights Reserved.
A Wegner Feb 2015
Love be my saviour
Let it be true,
Let you be my everything
When I have found you,
I'm not overly particular
I only want to be your sun,
I can revolve around you
We don't have to be one,
Let me love you
Let me see you,
For everything you are
Let us laugh,
And be surprised
By the power of complete trust,
Our love is unconditional
It is never obsolete,
And should our love prevail
And the toughest times shine through,
Let us find our way back to each other
One day when I've found you.
<3
  Feb 2015 A Wegner
jeffrey robin
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Underneath

The pale moon sky

Little child

Death is everywhere


The long hard road

The cold  mean stare

The ugliness

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Oh say do you still see me

I never forget the truth

Of eternal loving kindness

And the moment

Of every afternoon

Of peace


Can you still see me

Under the pale moon sky

We don't have to die

We could make it if we try

We could find the strength

If we come together

Eye to Eye

If we come together

Facing Fate
  Feb 2015 A Wegner
Roxxanna Kurtz
I feel myself
crumple and crease
like the folds of a
crushed paper bag.

My skin weighs on me
as I pinch the thickness
of my thighs and sides.

Bruises forming where
skin should be thin,
but has been memorized
by fingers that shake
whenever I cry.

I am not made of silk.
  Feb 2015 A Wegner
Sincerely Erin
You stand in front of the mirror...
Can you imagine what it would be like to be that one girl/boy that everyone liked? That everyone thought was so amazing and you longed to be just like them in anyway shape or form possible?
You realize you're nothing like them. That you are just that hopeless romantic, the day-dreamer, crazed perfectionist, who stands in the shadows of a fake personality. Covered by lies trying to gain just the slightest bit of self worth to make yourself feel like you matter.
You stand in front of the mirror...
Are you even a real person, or someone who just strives to be like one.
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