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May 2013 Skye Applebome

Waking Up

May 2013 Skye Applebome

E B

I grow tired and place my head
down in his lap, looking up at him.
I worry how he will receive this action
but there is nothing to worry about because
he smiles at me as if this were our normal routine.

And to my surprise, he leans down over me
and he kisses my forehead sweetly,
just the way he used to when he was almost mine.
And even more surprising, he leans down again
and kisses my forehead again
and then again
and then once more.

All around there are murmurs of confusion
as no one has seen us this way in a while
but we pay them no mind because we
are stuck in this moment in time.

--
He grows tired and places his head
down upon my lap, looking up at me.
He does not worry how I will receive this action
because everything is too perfect for words right now
and this used to be our normal routine.

And not much to his surprise, I run my fingers
through his hair, tracing over paths I memorized
so very, very long ago.

And I feel myself compelled to lean down and
kiss his lips, but I don't because something is
different, strange, wrong about this situation.

I cannot decide what it is and I do not care
because I have him here and everything is beautiful.

And just before I lean down to press my lips to his,
He is gone and I?
I have opened my eyes.

And I think to myself with a smile,
*what a wonderful dream.

Just kind of needed to write about it, I guess?

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Treasure

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Susan O'Reilly

Treasure

“Hey, you
Yeah, you, what you looking at”?
“Did you buy tickets”

That was roared at me as I watched this fine gentleman try to dump a package

At first, I thought it was just ordinary ******* but he was being too protective of it
then whatever it was, moved ever so slightly

I couldn’t move
I was rooted to the spot
he could roar and bellow all he liked
but I wasn’t going anywhere
I couldn’t

He looked at me with an evil grin
and just dropped his bundle in the bin
then with an ignorant shrug
went on his way his errand done
I think I actually heard him whistle

I rushed over
and gently picked up this man’s *******
I unwrapped it
it was a beautiful little kitten
snow-white
it’s colour being its only distinguishing mark
a tiny scrap of a thing

It wasn’t moving now
no sound emitting
I massaged its little chest
urging it on with every thing I had
A tiny little rise
Yes
I can do this

It slowly opened its eyes
took deep racking breaths
its little body spasmed
then
blessed relief
its breathing no longer laboured
and
a most wondrous thing
like a baby’s first cry
a miaow, barely audible
music to my ears
then getting louder
rising to a fantastic ear-busting, heartwarming crescendo

I’ve kept it
it’s now my companion
when it wants to be
I called her Hope

One man’s ******* is now my treasure

May 2013 Skye Applebome

you.

May 2013 Skye Applebome

hopeless romantic

you.

you are my wonder,
you

all i can not figure out,
you

all i think about,
you

last night i dreamt about,
you

last week i lost,
you

this week i want,
you

my hope is all,
you

my life is,
you

light at the end of my tunnel,
you

star in the day sky,
you

savior of mine,
you

heart breaker,
you

one who loved me,
you

wanted to marry,
you

didn't want to lose,
you

had a choice didn't choose,
you

fell in love with,
you

had no option but,
you

saved me from defeat,
you

stuck me on repeat,
you

held my breath around,
you

let me heart be free beside,
you

wrote a poem just for,
you

sang a song for,
you

cried all night about,
you

died inside from,
you

caught myself after,
you

fell back for,
you

took for granted,
you

regret,
you

love,
you

miss,
you

need,
you

want,
you

you
you
you.

May 2013 Skye Applebome

I...

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Nat

I...

just want

to kiss
you

and hug
you

and be with
you

Always

You
light up my
World

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Enough

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Michael Grace

Enough

Insignificance is a relative term
The pessimistic thoughts that pass through our heads…
The thoughts that say:
We are not good enough,
We do not matter,
We are insignificant
These are all just thoughts
Controlled by you
A person,
Who can make choices and decisions,
And although you may not be able to change the world as a whole
You can change those insignificant little thoughts
Because a person is more than what you think
They are one of seven billion, but how big is seven billion really?
And the world that you truly live in is made up of much, much less
So the next time you think you aren't enough
Remember that it’s you who controls whether you feel like enough or not.
And when I feel like I’m drowning and I can’t breathe during the day,
And all I want to do is crawl up in a ball in my house and cry and feel and be left alone
I have to be reminded how much I’m worth
Because even if we don’t know it,
We are all worth something
Even if sometimes we make mistakes
Even if sometimes we hurt ourselves to let people know we aren't fine
Even if we feel like we’re nothing
We aren't*
Because although the world is a hateful and horrible awful place full of ignorance and judgment,
There are still lights and halos and happiness and there’s laughter too in there
There’s babies being born, people getting married, and random acts of kindness being done
There are cookies and baklava and puppies
There are young lovers and happy children and sweet singing
There’s music and art and love being made
And although the babies may be still, the couples may get divorced, and the acts of kindness may be empty
The cookies may be burnt, the baklava old, and the puppies dead
The young lovers may break each other’s hearts, the happy children may grow up and the sweet singing stopped
The music may be sad, the art distasteful and the love not true
It doesn't matter because all these things are part of life
And all of these things were done by people
And you’re a person
So I’d say that’s pretty ******* awesome.

I wrote this for a friend when she was depressed. She said it really helped.

May 2013 Skye Applebome

And She May Be Bitchy

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Emily Tyler

And She May Be ******

She may be ******.
And she may check my fingers-
Slam her hard metal pole down on them-
Each time we practice lacrosse.
And she may roll her eyes
At
Me.

But I don't hate her.
I feel sorry for her.
Because I think I'm the only one
Who pays attention
Through the laughter and fun
That
He touches her.

And she makes a joke out of it
So her minions snap out of their dazed state and
Chuckle a little bit.
But his crawling fingers are greedy
And her words are scarce.

All of the brain-dead minions
Laugh when she jokingly screams,
"****!"

Except me.

#***** #school #**** #gym #emilytyler #lacrosse #****** #minions

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Forgiveness

May 2013 Skye Applebome

Olivia Mercado

Forgiveness

The piano weeps
Side by side
With the best friend in all the world
Caressing the keys
In harmony

The world dies down
In the dark
After crying for hours
Singing through the tears
Aging years tonight

Betrayal is sweet
Like salty rain
Like finding out who your friends are
Like the piano in the night
Like silence together

I can finally smile
Without feeling guilty
Thank you to the man who had courage
To face the ones he's hidden from
And make us all free.