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 Dec 2013 Sam Conrad
ARI
Another sleepless night Im having
Bothered by these unfair thoughts.
Crippled by the guilt im feeling
Destroying my once lovely dreaming.

Every time I see her face
Fear rips through my tightened chest.
Gentle laughter now forgotten
Hatred for myself still blooming.

I feel as though Im always followed
Jumping at each and every noise.
Keeping to myself and crying
Learning to hide from my nightmares.

Maybe one day I'll be just fine
No longer blaming myself.
Or perhaps I will never change
Possibly only becoming worse.

Quizzical is my way of thinking
Ridiculous I have become.
Sulking in my darkened shadow
Teetering on the line of insanity.

Unwanted pain fills my soul
Vanquishing my beautiful memories.
Withering away from everybody
Xenophobe I now have become.

Zealous I will never be again.


-ARI
 Dec 2013 Sam Conrad
Greg Obrecht
Have you ever had one of those days where every noise is a scream?  Your mind is a white cathedral with high ceilings that gleam.  

Your train of thoughts derail from ancient broken tracks.  You try to speak intelligent words but they don't come out as facts.  

Your hands shake like a leaf deserted on a lonely tree.  You're afraid to step outside lest you be upset by the breeze.  

The only safe sanctuary is your warm and comfy bed.  So you climb back under the sheets and hide your troublesome head.
 Dec 2013 Sam Conrad
John Donne
This is my play's last scene; here heavens appoint
My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race,
Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,
My span's last inch, my minute's latest point;
And gluttonous death will instantly unjoint
My body and my soul, and I shall sleep a space;
But my'ever-waking part shall see that face
Whose fear already shakes my every joint.
Then, as my soul to'heaven, her first seat, takes flight,
And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell,
So fall my sins, that all may have their right,
To where they'are bred, and would press me, to hell.
Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evil,
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.
 Dec 2013 Sam Conrad
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Brilliance
 Dec 2013 Sam Conrad
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brilliance is in your eyes
© Natali Veronica 2013.

5w.
 Dec 2013 Sam Conrad
Emily
You don't even seem to be affected
Or seem to care
That we aren't in each other's life anymore
I guess I made the right decision
When I chose to get out when I did
It hurts to love you
It hurts to want you
But it doesn't hurt as much
As you not giving a ****
© Peyton 2013
There are things better left unsaid.*

I would disagree,
it is through friction that change is born,
I say,
say it,
say it all,
bring all things to bear,
torn open before the world,
talk about homosexuality,
talk about ******,
talk about *******,
talk about ****,
talk about genocide,
talk about torture,
talk about principality,
talk about moral degradation,
talk about racism,
talk about suicide,
talk about obesity,
talk about puppet governments,
talk about corruption,
talk about self esteem,
talk about organized religion,
tell it to a world unwilling to listen,
a world that cannot handle it,
telling the truth will get you killed in this world,
I'm not talking about America,
despite popular belief,
there is a world beyond the wall,
secrecy is necessary in this twisted world,
discretion,
the man of action's only tool,
and sadly enough,
the only thing with the power to change the world,
is the gun,
so open wide citizen,
and bite the bullet.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
My best friend died seventeen days ago.
I was strong. I was the lone strength in my family.
I mustered my muscles and carried his body to its destination.
And laid him down.
I paid the fees associated with death.

And I walked away.
Strong.


But in the last moments of seeing him being carried away,
My father reached out to feel his hair one last time.
Fourteen years of life, and this was goodbye.

I broke after that.
I let it out, all of the sobbing, the retching, the mourning.
My face was wet, my heart was wet.


And then I grew strong again.
I threw on my face of man,
And walked the world again.
I didn't even say goodbye when I went to bed that night.
He knew I loved him.

I found his corpse. I carried it.
His name was Gus. And he was my best friend of fourteen years.

And I miss him. A lot. I'm crying.
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