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Jul 2013 Sam Beckman

Words

Jul 2013 Sam Beckman

Audrey Illena

Words

Words can do so many things that we'll never understand
A heartbeat won't make you come alive the way one word can
The pictures that they paint can take your breath away
Goodbyes that they whisper will make you want to stay
When they are laced in hatred and fight to make you cry
You find that rhyme within you and realize it was lies
That words would never hurt you, only sticks and stones
Well now you're a few years older and left with broken bones.
When sweet words are spoken from someone that you love
You feel cupid catch you and carry you above
When words are hard to come by because your tongue is tied
It always seems as though your missing an important part of life
When words are placed in music, your soul is pierced within
Whether it be happy, sad or tragic, your heart is singing till the end.
Words can do so many things, and I've only said a few
But put thought before your speech because the power starts with you.

Jul 2013 Sam Beckman

All That I Have

Jul 2013 Sam Beckman

elizabeth brotzman

All That I Have

I have a heart
All I have is this heart
This heart of stone
This heart of ice
This heart that is so young yet unmovable.
You have these eyes
These eyes that take all I have
these eyes that crumble my stone
these eyes that warm the ice
You're taking all I have.

Copyright © 2013 by Elizabeth Brotzman

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Jul 2013 Sam Beckman

Promise

Jul 2013 Sam Beckman

Sophie

Promise

I’m going to make you a promise.
Right now.
I’m going to promise you that I will never let you down,
that I will always be polite at Thanksgiving dinner with your parents,
that I will never lie, that I will always kiss you goodbye.
That I will hug you like I never want to let you go,
that I will never hurt you,
that I will consult you before getting a haircut,
that I will stay by your side when you’re misty-eyed.

But that’s not enough, is it? That’s not enough for anyone.
You wouldn’t be happy with that.
And that’s okay. Because I can’t promise that you will always love me,
and I can’t promise that we will be happy together forever.
But I can promise you this: I will always love you.
I will love you until I close my eyes for the very last time,
and welcome that blinding light,
or deafening dark,
whichever makes it easier for you to let me go.
And even after you’ve moved on,
I will still love you.
And I’m not one to break promises.

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