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 Jan 2014 Shelby DeWitt
wafa
There's nothing there between my brain and stomach
Where my heart used to lay a while ago
With beats in time with your heavy breathing
It was there, inside my chest to keep me alive
I think you cut me open and tore through my flesh
I think you ripped it out while I was asleep,
Probably dreaming of you
 Jan 2014 Shelby DeWitt
Hunter J
I took a walk
To ease the pain
Clear my mind
Just to stay sane

I walked a mile
and looked around
the wonders of nature
i had found

A brook flowing
so i sat down
and looked at the sky

A simple thing
But so complex
Why Blue
Why Clouds
Why birds
I try to guess

The blue for sadness
Holding us down
We must escape into space
For new worlds to be found

The clouds for rain
To show emotion
Show us we are not alone
Through life's commotions

The birds for dreams
that we one day might
Grow some wings
And start to fly

Through the emotions
and sadness
Holding us back

So we may soar into endless space
And see the stars we long to be
and notice even more
mysteries
It's been so long, hundreds of hours that I've last seen those dark, brown eyes.
My mind's picture of them has lately, simply just blurred,
but the world has sharpen up.
I can finally tell the difference between the people hurrying down the streets of the city,
and suddenly, the world doesn't seem so black and white.
I can finally, perfectly see other eye colors
apart from that only shade of dark, brown.
And I woke up from my at-last-dreamless slumber,
realization hit me hard exactly seventeen minutes after-
my thoughts had abandoned you.
In the beginning, a warm sepia tone film was wrapped around my eyes like a blind fold,
distorting my perception of reality, while we spun around.
The warm summer air that our love grew out of still warmed my hands when I left.
Now  the balmy haze has lifted and a broken record plays over. And over.
And over until your words don’t sound like words anymore,
quietly fading into the background,  we start to move slower. And slower.
And slower until we are immobile.  Paused.
We move backwards now, rewinding like an old family video. Farther. And farther.
And farther until we are at the very beginning again.
With our sepia eyes locked we’ll never move again. Frozen in time like a Polaroid.
Having a friend is really great because you can talk to them well past eight.
What you talk about that doesn't matter; you’ll do anything to waste the hours.
You share with them your ups and downs. Friends are the ones who turn frowns upside down.
They make you smile, and they hang with you. If you didn't have a friend what would you do?
You hope to never see the day, when your best friend just goes away.

For what reason? The worst of all. You caught her with some new girl at the mall.
What a dumb reason to let them go. Yes, I know, I know, I know.
But it's not my fault, I swear it's not. I've been feeling jealousy, its been coming a lot.
It’s not easy to get rid of, I've tried everything.
I hope, I pray and yes I sing. I even did a little jig.
But I'm still filled with anger when I see them together. She is my best friend but I can barely look at her.
Well she was my best friend, she meant everything to me. Why can't  I just expand our group to three?
Jealousy, thats why, I'm not even myself. Is there anyone there who can offer some help.
She’s asking me, "What ever happened to us?" Can I admit to her that I was jealous.
Will she laugh in my face when she finds out the truth?
Should I make up a lie so I don't look like a goof?
I don't know what to do, I am so confused
As I lie here in tears on the floor of my room.
I have to tell her, she has to know, I can't say goodbye, I can't let go.
Ok, I’ll tell her it’s the best thing to do, and then after I say it I will decide what to do.
If she laughs at me then I’ll see, that she loves her new friend more than she loves me.
But if she says sorry, if she is sincere, then I will know how much she cares.
There is room for three, I will make a new friend.
We will be like the three amigos, best friends till the end.
I hope she doesn't laugh, if she does I will cry.
That would tear apart my heart, it would make me die inside.
Here I go, guess there's nothing to lose. I hope I come back with really good news.

Oh no, please no, this can’t be. This can‘t really be happening to me.
I can’t go on without her hugs and I can’t live without her love.
She was like my sister, my lover, my twin.
I can't believe I just lost my very best friend.
9 freaking years just thrown away like that.
9 freaking years I wish I could take back.
Your first break-up really doesn't hurt, when you compare it to my heart that can no longer work.
It can no longer function, I'm as good as dead
Nothing can replace the 9 years that we had.
No one can replace her, there's a hole in my heart.
Lord take me now for I am broken apart.

To hell with you jealousy, why’d you ruin my life?
Why the heck are you so hard to fight.
I couldn't have stopped you, I tried so many times.
You ruined my friendship and you ruined my life.
Because of you I dread the day I was born. I'd be much happier if I was dead and gone.
My life has no purpose, have fun with your friend.
Because of you and jealousy I hang here, dead.
The pencil scraping along the paper, forming a masterpiece taken straight from the mind and the nerves along my spine was a lullaby.
And so I drew a gorgeous, full moon and shaded its craters,
I drew furious ocean waves because my Science teacher told me there was a relationship between the moon and the ocean.
It was so intriguing to know the closer the moon, the more revolting and furious the waves.
But my Art teacher also told me that art is a form expression.
I was expressing my feelings, explaining our situation, and my brain and hand agreed to compare us to the moon and the ocean because that's what we were.
You were always so beautiful yet distant; watched and loved by everyone, but explored by few.
I was always so revolting and mysterious, no one willing or able to reach the depths and hollows of me; better maps of the surface of Mars than my vast ocean floor.
We were so distant and different yet I needed you to be.
You were always waking up every emotion I thought I had been drained of; turned my lowest tides to crashing, fierce waves; always dependent of your full or new state.
You are my moon and I am your ocean; so different yet it feels so right.
The ocean wasn't so realistic until I felt salty tears of it run down my cheeks,
there was no more silence.
I was at low tide, and I needed my moon.
 Dec 2013 Shelby DeWitt
Jimi Holt
The Largest Lie

The midnight shelter of time
Buried you bottomless        somewhere
  in the recesses of my mind.
Deep deep down
In the crevices of my spine
where vague sketches of yesterday
were all that I could find.

There, where the shadows and flashes
of memories reside
unleashed moments crawl to the surface -
begging for light.
Urging to make you real again
In this space and in this  time.
I am reminded of the signs
I am re-minded of the signs
I remember though even without signs.
Because love is not blind but with stealth and slither she
Creeps from behind and buries the me that was me before she was…
Never mine,
But a mere image cut deeply into the layers of my mind and she carved time with ragged- razored lines.
I can not find.
I will not find her – the one to shine the broken edges the others left behind.
I am a catalyst for the crime, which is time spent cowered in my mind spinning tirelessly through eras of tragedy and romantic grime.
Will you please be mine?
Just one last time
Will you please be mine?
And help me to outshine my bloodline that tangles with the soulshine of these withered chimes!
My lifeline relies on the moon’s shrine that assigns your skyline to my shore line.
Watch me climb back into the sublime
roots of divine nothingness –
the grand design.
Nothingness is the grand design!
Riddled by centuries of symbols and rhyme.
Now is the time!
Now is the only time!
To reflect on and refine the largest lie!
Love is not real for she is loneliness in disguise.
This is a draft of a poem that's been slamming round and round my mind as of late. Any feedback is appreciated.
We spent hours on our skateboards
Hot days and cold nights
Skinned knees bleed slightly; they drip lightly on the same asphalt
that we glide over all afternoon
Rubber wheels smack cracks in the sidewalk
Wood scrapes concrete as you launch into the

                                          air

if only for a moment
Everyone comes down

Rosy from the sunshine
T-Shirt stuck slightly to my sweating back
I wheeled myself under the installed cedars,
over littered leaves,
around suburban corners
A man in an orange vest held up his arms, beckoning mothers in their
vans to stop for me while I skated by but
I didn’t thank him
I felt regret

In your room we fumbled awkwardly in the half-light
Sunshine warmed us in slats through your dusty blinds
Partially filled cups sat atop your dresser, full of water and red pop
There was a buffalo springfield poster on your wall and I thought you
were devastatingly cool
We’re sixteen and we’re not in love but we love what we’re doing

I still remember your skin, it was olive dark and bruised all over,
when I ran my fingers down your back white lines remained for a
fleeting moment
Short shorts and a long shirt, these memories are vivid
I wonder where you are now – an actress I hear, which is funny
because I never really thought you were any good
I wonder if you still find the minutes to take your old skateboard,
covered in dust and the film of time, out of whatever buried corner it
inhabits

Back in your bedroom, my hand lingers next to yours as we sit close on your bed
While you contemplate my lips, I contemplate yours
I’m a little late for dinner
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