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 Oct 2012 Sami
James Ellis
Though the tides still turned
my heart and soul burned
when I thought that "We:"
*will most likely never be...
 Oct 2012 Sami
Arianna Lee
Naive
 Oct 2012 Sami
Arianna Lee
Call me naive...
as a girl who pricked her thumb
from a rose that was given by a careless boy...

I do not remember why I know so much...
or maybe I do, I just have chosen to hide them.
oh the glory in not knowing...

I will not lie to you...
because that would be foolish of me
there is a difference between sharing all, and sharing some...

But it is wise to understand...
that we cannot be naive forever
and the more we know seems to hurt us...

Oh how I wish I were still naive...
 Oct 2012 Sami
Caitlin Drew
What it is that I would like to say, is
thank you.

Thank you for not fighting for me.
Thank you for not being here.
Thank you for making it so extraordinarily obvious
how insufficient I am
in your thoughts, cares, wants and needs.

It has made it exponentially more bearable to say goodbye.

Or, at least, that's what I would like to say,
if it weren't a gaping lie.

But, maybe if I keep saying it, it will no longer be a lie.
It's been said, "lying doesn't become you."
I think it's because, you must become the lie.
It's acceptable  to lie to yourself if you make it positive.
"I look so pretty today"
"I'm going to win the competition today"
"I'm going to start exercising today"

So I'll make it positive.
I will.
Once I find the good in you being gone.
 Oct 2012 Sami
C Phillips
Bed sheets
 Oct 2012 Sami
C Phillips
Erase
erase
erase
The feel of your fingertips,
that
f
o
n
d
l
e
with my soul and leave
little post-it notes
that stick to my cheeks,
creating tears that are
                  burning
                and
          spilling
      down
  like hot lava,
that leave me only worrying over
whether the bed sheets
will catch fire,

before you return.
 Oct 2012 Sami
K Mae
Still learning
 Oct 2012 Sami
K Mae
to welcome my fall to earth's sweet rest
after  heat of delirious growth

to call myself inside
and care for what's living
to thrive though missing sweet free moving breeze
safe shuttered from starlight and sun

to mend what I've rended
and re-imagine colors that swirl into one
still learning to flow with my seasons of change
 Oct 2012 Sami
K Balachandran
Life isn't a popularity contest,
when you set your eyes on the rising sun,
see him smile; at sundown
same spirit should prevail.
Trying to wrest out a smile is a joke.
be aware, every smile you invite is yours
.
 Oct 2012 Sami
P Pax
That droll, little romance
was my first cigarette
an Indonesian clove cigarillo.
A year or two gone now,
but I still remember the sensation,
all the adrenaline and the drugs!

It was that nice, accurate drag,
that perfect ****
of smoke and nicotine.
Love was a potent buzz.
It had laughter.
The high.
It - the passion and ardor -  
...so good.

And the subsequent addiction!
I craved it,
took more than there was.
Smoked it to the ****
so fast
it was over before I realized it.
All that remained:
the fizzle of tobacco embers,
the quick-to-dry sweat
of the uninitiated.

Then the desperation.
I wanted it to work!
I smacked my lips for more of the sweetness.
Searched desperately inside
for only a sickness in my stomach
and poison on my tongue.

I’ve stopped smoking now,
but I will always be
just a little closer
to death
than I should be.
 Oct 2012 Sami
Overwhelmed
the walls rattle
with my voice
as the walls fell
all around us
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