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 Oct 2013 Sir B
soul in torment
My pillow

gives

cold comfort

when

absent of your warmth
 Oct 2013 Sir B
Melina Rodriguez
She is a sour patch.
One minute she is carelessly hating you
the next she is caring for you
and loving you as in an apology

She is so young she doesnt understand
when its time for silence and
when its time to laugh like crazy

She is as a bit more creative as any 11 year-old would be
writing on sticky notes and putting them everywhere as if we needed them,
puts color on everything to make it look beautiful
even its suppose to be something ugly

She is beautiful like your favorite flower
delicate but lovable
fragile but strong

She will make you fall in love
the moment you see her
But she wont let you in easy
She will make you work for her love.
-M.R.
 Oct 2013 Sir B
Lizzy
When your heart stops, your brain still works for seven minutes
Seven minutes to still feel pain.

Then why is it that when your heart breaks, your brain continues to play the memories of us over and over?
An eternity to feel the pain.
Not exactly a poem, just something I thought of at 1:30 in the morning.
 Oct 2013 Sir B
Lizzy
One day when you're lost
And you do not want to live
Just remember me
 Oct 2013 Sir B
R
Untitled
 Oct 2013 Sir B
R
i told you i was happy
that it was the weekend.
you then asked me why.
i said it was because i
have been deprived of
sleep lately and you
replied with a sigh.
you said i seemed tired
but then you asked
if i was okay.
i said im not to sure cause
its changes every day.

you asked me if i knew why i
couldnt sleep lately and i
honestly said i didnt know
why.
hmmm would it be wise
to start calling you adam?

r.a.
 Oct 2013 Sir B
R
8w
 Oct 2013 Sir B
R
8w
shes proud because
maybe he'll notice her
too.
daddy issues *sigh*
 Oct 2013 Sir B
Mike Hauser
I never did get the memo
That said I had to grow up
I guess I wasn't paying attention
Or off somewhere having fun

Although it looks like age has taken it's toll
The creases and wrinkles are all mine
The kid that lives deep in my soul
Won't let go of this playful mind

So next time they tell me to grow up
I'll say on the outside I have
But on the inside there's really no telling
Cause that's where I'll stay the kid that I am
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