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 May 2013 S D S
Katlyn Orthman
A beast inside of a beast
Four legged or two
A beast thick with fur, or a full head of hair
A beast you thought you knew
Until the full moon slips into the sky
And the two legged beast turns to four
A sharp piercing howling cry
Unravels the truth of the lore
Running along side a pack of beasts of four legs
The thick pads of their paws imprint the ground
And the need of speed simply begs
For the four legged beast to be found
Running tell that large moon lit brightly in the sky
Lowers it's shining head beyond the horizon
The four legged beast turn back too two with a cry
Saddened that the race was done
Looking up at the pastel sky the beast says until next time
And off he goes to resume his normal life
 May 2013 S D S
Susan O'Reilly
Missing girls possessions
Parents obsessions

Doll, clothes, shoes
the parents mull over
they’ll never recover

She’s being missing two months now
still her parents row
“I want her back, NOW”

Recrimination
protestation
Desperation
DESPAIR

Her mum has a frame
with a snip of her hair
she takes it out
and feels it with care
Its her treasure
nothing else can measure
Remembering

Her dad has her favourite book
he keeps it in a secret nook
often compelled to have a look
Remembering

Every morning they run to the door
to meet the postman
first name terms now “Dan”
“Sorry folks, nothing today”
they go inside and pray

She’s no longer headline news
everybody has their views
about which they opine
often over a glass of wine

The parents separate
Can no longer operate
Both consumed by guilty memories
suspicious of each others queries

they no longer gel
trapped in private hell

They need to mourn
but as long as shes still missing
there’s hope
that’s how they cope

I can’t imagine their sadness
hanging on verge of madness
 May 2013 S D S
Kaila Wenker
Stains
 May 2013 S D S
Kaila Wenker
I have noticed
each day
the ink splatters
staining my fingers.

They leave marks
in such a way
that kiss the paper
and probe the heart.

A stain whose blue
creates a deeper shade
for words to hide
a silent voice.

I long for my ink
to begin to stain yours.

You see the dots
and think of me.
You wash yet they stay
so you think of me.

The stains of my pen
have left you blue.
So you think of me,
and I'll think of you.
 May 2013 S D S
CRH
Catalyst
 May 2013 S D S
CRH
If misguided
Love
can breed
Contempt
and contempt
can breed
Creativity
then all things
considered, sweetheart,
you have certainly
Inspired me.
 May 2013 S D S
Relenymous
7 Score and 12 Years ago we fought in a war that tore this nation apart
Now we are being torn apart at the seams once again.
Not by violence but a nation divided.
50 percent of us defending the gates and 50 percent of us tearing  them down.

Only a few of us choose to defy god
but 50 percent of us are accused “devil worshipers.”
Only a few of us carry weapons of destruction
But 50 percent of us are alleged murderers.
Only a few of us want to see this country die
but 100 percent of us are working towards its downfall.

When we all stand up for our own beliefs,
We all head towards our own demise.
When we all stand up for each other,
We all rise.

We live in a world where we'd rather argue one's right to love,
then suffocate the hate we harbor so close to our hearts.
We live in a world where we'd rather argue the supernatural,
then deal with this “second rate” reality.
We live in a world where we'd rather speak over those less fortunate,
then listen to them weep.

It only takes a few of us,
To motivate all of us,
To play our part.
To move us forward.

When 100 percent of us were taught to never back down,
None of us learned the importance of compromise.
When 100 percent of us were taught the past,
None of us learned to look forward.
When 100 percent of us were taught wrong,
None of us learned what is right.

When 100 percent of us are included,
But only 50 percent move us forward,
50 percent of us are left behind.
50 percent of you is left behind.
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