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 Apr 2013 Saumya
Sahil
Ah those were the days,
When the weekends seemed too long, weekdays not long enough.
When you could only see your love in school because you still had a curfew.
Your first kiss, the first true laugh, the first true smile, the first time you said, “I love you” and truly meant it.
The world couldn’t bring you down, You were in LOVE!

Everyone remembers the nervous walk in the park together. Every step taken precariously, every movement monitored, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. Your palms sweaty, all five senses on full throttle, not missing a sound made, a word spoken, an action done. Your mind working in over-drive, every question replied to, every joke laughed at, every story heard, understood and engraved into memory. You’ve never been so scared but you’ve never felt so happy.

What about the time you lied to your parents and went on your first date. Your mom asks you why you’re dressing up so much, but you say, “It’s how I always dress.” Deep down inside, you dress like a girl for prom, the prince about to get crowned king, the physicist whose been working for 30 years and finally won the Nobel Prize. You dressed like your life depended on it and the future, past, present were all condensed into this one day, this one night, and you HAD to look amazing…

Once you’re dressed you check everything, double check, triple check. Everything had to be perfect. I wish I had gotten that haircut, God I need new shoes, does this shirt look bad? Do I smell? Nah, I already took a shower twice. /pause/ Let me put some more cologne on.

You go out on your date, making sure to open all doors, pull out all chairs, don’t curse, don’t cuss, don’t be stupid, tip the waiter. The date goes on, the night grows deeper, your worries burn inside you. Soon you have to drop her off, do you kiss her? Do you not? Do you hug her? Do you not? A full on hug or a gentle meeting of the shoulders and then air kisses? What if you smell bad? The nights been long and the cologne had to wear off sometime. It happens finally, a hug and a kiss on the check. You’ve never felt so accomplished.

Who forgets the first time you two were alone in a room. You know you both want it, but should you make the move? What if she thinks you’re only in it for the ***? The two of you sitting there awkwardly, hand in hand, but not a word to say. You lean in, you go for it, you kiss her. Probably the best kiss you’ve ever had. The kiss leads to more, your hands explore, your mind in a mellow state of calm, but at the same time it’s going crazy. You’re calm like a dove. No you’re fierce like a tiger on a hunt, on the prowl for more. Hormones rage through you like the nile, ganges, the amazon all combined. Should I enjoy what I have? Should I stop? Does my breath smell bad?...

You and her are under the covers, like two animals playing in the savannah. The world doesn’t mean anything to you, everything you want, everything you need is right there in your arms, loving you, kissing you, caressing you, life’s never been so beautiful.

Everyone remembers their puppy dog love, the late night phone calls that lasted till the wee hours of the morning, the long walks on the beach, the running in the rain, the lying on the grass. Buying flowers for no reason, cookies just for love. To live for love and love the life you live.
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Robert Guerrero
I wanna tell you I love you
But with the age difference and distance
It's harder than you think
I want to be your knight in shining armor
I want to hold you from dusk to dawn
Watch the sun kiss you good morning
And listen to the lullaby of the moon
Lure you to sleep
I want to be there when you awake
To taste your lips
To feel you closer to me
I want to hear you laugh
When I say good morning in my stupid little way
"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey
Biscuits and sausage gravy
Now WAKE THE **** UP
And enjoy the day"
I want to tell you I love you
I want you to have my heart
I know you will make better use of it
Than I had with it in 17 years
It's easy to smile when I talk to you
I can't describe in any metaphor
Or complex simile how you make me feel
I trust you
I love you
I wish you could understand
How hard it is for me to do that
But I know what I want because of you
I want to make you happy
I want to love you
Like no other person on Earth
Could even begin to imagine
How to love you that much
I'm a little drunk
So before I say your name
I'll end this with three words
I Love You ;)
I hope you like it. I wrote this for you. If I was sober it would of been better.
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Sarina
lush
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Sarina
This afternoon, I smell like a hungry gardener
a green thumb with a wart attached:
both perfumes of a rose are discernible. The soil, the falsetto sweet
reaching up onto your nostril fur as monkey bars
until it can scatter seeds, some wild and collected by fruit.

Mother asks why my knees are shaded.
I have been on them, I say, breathing life into green berries.

Free them from that cage, their wire straitjacket
and breed breed breed:
this afternoon, everything I touch will stay alive, including me.
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Tianah Fisher
A paper with ink that every student hates to do
It’s so annoying when you cant get it
because the teacher didn’t explain to you how to do it so you don’t get it,
but the smart girl in your class said every one gets it,
so the teacher shuts up, but on the inside you want to turn around and scream
“No ones as smart as you!”
but you don’t because you don’t want to be a bother,
but as you sit in your bed you think what the frig
I should have asked,
but in stead of doing my homework I go on something called Facebook
where everyone writes about other people and there problems there having
that no one in the world seriously cares about
so you scroll till you see a fight that is pretty pointless,
but you still get the popcorn and read everything they said
because its better then doing any thing else,
but you see that girl that deals with anorexia
and start to think why does she do that to herself she’s skinny,
I know the mirror can be cruel sometimes,
but she’s beautiful,
she may look unhealthy
and in science instead of looking at the skeleton you look at her
because you can see every bone in her body
because the words people say affected her,
she was healthy,
but people think you need to be **** perfect to be friends or just for them to like you, so she carries this thing that eats her on the inside in pain
with the words that are whispering in the halls,
but then she has that one friend that doesn’t help
she’s to busy wishing for selfish things and too blind to see her friend is dying in front of her,
but instead of saving her she’s wishing for everything
like that new car
and losing weight
and her hair to be longer
and what outfit she’s going to wear tomorrow to impress that guy she has a crush on
and the girl thats been neglected by everyone and everything next to her in the mirror hearing her rant on and on about this she’s wishing I want to be like her,
I want someone to love me like that,
I want friends she always says
I want and I bet it’s the girl in the back of the classroom,
that shy one that sits alone at lunch time
looking around hoping someone will come sit with her
and want to be friends
but it doesn’t happen because everyones too selfish in there own worries and problem to notice their fellow classmates could be crying out for help in front of you but you don’t care because your stuff is to important to help someone else.
He told me I was beautiful
on a Sunday, and I laughed.
He said he didn't understand,
why I couldn't take a compliment,
or why I couldn't hold his hand.

"I can't fall in love with you,
no I could never do that. Oh,
why not I bet you'd ask,
I simply cannot."

My friends told me I was crazy.
"Your head can't be on straight."
They couldn't understand why,
I couldn't just give in, or
admit there's something there.

"I can't fall in love with him.
What can't you understand?
Stories don't always end like that,
and thats something that I can't pretend."

I found myself in clutter,
with words upon my back.
I couldn't change my mind again,
I couldn't find my way.

I can't fall in love with you,
no I could never do that.
Oh don't think that I am cruel,
or stone, or emotionless.
I can't fall in love with you,
and that's a simple fact.

He told me that he loved me,
on Saturday in the dark.
I told him he was crazy,
that he had been from the start.

I can't say there's a place for him,
buried in my heart.
But I can't fall in love with him,
please, don't let me do that.

I might be giving up, you see,
it's hard to not fall back.
How could I fall in love with you?
How could I do that?
You’ve seen, I’m sure, my blog. Perhaps. Maybe..
(Am I being blasé?) I like, such things
Not found in mainstream minds; I guarantee
I’d rather be in ancient halls of kings,
Or fighting beasts in far’way lands than here.
Occasion’lly I’m Belle, at times I’m Croft;
I will admit at Ten dying I shed a tear
(Alright many), and a sweet man; but soft
What light through tumblr breaks? It is nerd boys.
Oh! They understand, and yet always are
In America, or some place far. Toys
I have never thrown away, but kept. Hours
I spend whiling away the days, online.
Nerd Girl I am, an awkward thing (divine).
 Apr 2013 Saumya
R
As You lay on me
I sigh
Cause
Even though playing with your hair
Is fun,
It's not enough.
I mean,
I desire to be with you
I mean,
be with you.
Not just talk to you and
Make silly jokes
But
To kiss your lips while you're laughing
And
To hold your hand while reading my favorite book.
To hear you sing even when you think you sound funny
And to tell you that you look beautiful over and over
Again.
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