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 Dec 2012 RL
Emma Brown
Strength
 Dec 2012 RL
Emma Brown
You are strong.

You are a victory song,
You are a war won,
You are a survivor.

You make right what's wrong,
You are the beaming sun,
You have so much to live for.

You are a winter's sigh,
You are the summer's kiss,
You are spring wind blowing.

You can leap so high,
Your smile is bliss,
You must keep going.

Be strong.
Dedicated to the survivors of this world.
 Dec 2012 RL
Emma Brown
Are you afraid of the dark?
Do you stray from the night?
Are you safe in the glow of a candle’s light?

And do you hold a friend’s hand,
When you pass through the eve,
While imagining evils youth often perceive?

It’s a little bit funny,
And a little bit sad,
But the darkness, you see, really isn’t that bad,

It’s misunderstood,
Hated and feared,
Distrusted and dreaded since the monsters appeared,

They may own it now,
But they didn’t before,
The day was once host to the evils of lore,

But we still fear the things,
That we don’t see or know,
And in the cover of daytime, the evils don’t show,

So we fear the things,
That go bump in the dark,
But the daytime, you see, is no walk in the park,

Those monsters exist,
All around you, I fear,
And because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t here,

They walk all around you,
In a humanlike guise,
And possess the trusted, the loved and the wise,

Monsters walk in the daylight,
They’re all over the place,
Behind the eyes of a stranger or a familiar face,

But when the sun goes down,
Their masks pull away,
And the monsters emerge from the humans of day,

So you see, night is scary,
But the light is a curse,
So I ask you, please answer:

*Which one is worse?
 Dec 2012 RL
August
Ms. Masochistic
 Dec 2012 RL
August
Brazen collarbones
Alabaster dream
Jutting out like little wings
Pouty grin
Ready to fire quicker
Than any takers
Girl, you sit there,
And I can tell
You want to watch
Men burn
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
 Dec 2012 RL
Ugo
Life is dead
 Dec 2012 RL
Ugo
Vivid visions of the past lurk me,
I’m walking on the avenues of once a quick man’s vision,
driving in car models a dead man thought
and voting with rights dead men and women fought—
for, we’re all living life through dead men’s visions—
books of laws and morals woven by dead men’s *****—
subconscious slaves to dead ways.
So ask me about “life” and I’ll reply,
*I’m still waiting to live like my master
for everyone that lives dies
but everyone that dies lives.
 Nov 2012 RL
Anon C
The Truth
 Nov 2012 RL
Anon C
Beauty colossal is all I have ever seen
others may not have
but they were looking in all the wrong places
to be the one to hold you at night
exhilarated beyond belief
in any way, shape or form
that you may be
for within is where your wealth does truly lie
and I would never forget it
despite the sands of time
I know the truth
you have a beautiful soul
what on Earth could compete with such a force
 Nov 2012 RL
ORLA
Writers' Curse
 Nov 2012 RL
ORLA
Writer, Writer, finding stories
in every twitch of every eye ---
there are no chance encounters here!
Coincidence is banned from us,
for it does not make good books.

Cause-and-effect makes the world go round,
thus questions by millions unanswered:
why thatword, why that look,
and what crucial subtext
was inferred by that three-second pause?

Does the world work like this,
like a well-crafted novel?
Are we characters moving
to preprescribed endings?

In short, I suppose, my question is this:
            are we Writers so cursed to live in this illusion,
            or cursed to see how the world actually works?
Something I've been struggling with lately.
 Nov 2012 RL
Nicole
Paradox
 Nov 2012 RL
Nicole
I can't seem to find the words to describe the way I feel
When I see you there
As if I don't even exist anymore.
You won't say a word to me, wont even give a sideways glance in my direction.
Our worlds no longer merge
Everything has changed.
I see you and I can't help but wonder if you revisit the memories that flash through my head every day.
It's out of my control.
I no longer exist
There is nothing now.
I am nothing now.
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