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 Feb 2015 DustBall
AllAtOnce
I remember the red lips
Blue eyes
The old songs
Petty lies
Snow flakes
I will not cry
Red lyrics
Words can fly
Hello-goodbye
Again again again
Words lost in the
Voice of the wind
Everyone's broken
No one is ever the same
But I promise I'll never forget the boy with the blue eyes
And the one syllable name
Just because we move on from the past doesn't mean we need to forget everything we almost did <3
(This one's for you...)
 Feb 2015 DustBall
ryn
There once was a man
Whose livelihood was rubber.
He worked long and hard; and wore a tan,
He was a plantation tapper.

One night he packed,
In haste after a long day of toil.
Quickly had his belongings all sacked
Under light from a lantern that reeked of kerosene oil.

He was ready, flame from the lantern he did ****.
Overhead, the midnight moon brightly shone.
Bound his sack to the rack above the rear wheel,
Mounted his bicycle and soon he was gone.

The dirt trail leading back,
Undulating with gravel all strewn.
Almost treacherous this forgotten track
He only relied on light from the moon.

The air was cool just like any other,
But something was different about this night.
Squinting ahead he spotted a figure.
Flagging him down was a lady in white...
To be continued...

Based on a story I heard.
 Feb 2015 DustBall
Kelly Rose
Love's light
illuminates a path

The Soul
yearns to take

If only
she would see
1/19/2014
 Feb 2015 DustBall
CapsLock
Like a fog that blinds,
her smile dazzles you.
Like a chain that binds
her eyes imprison you.

She's a work of art.
She's such a hard worker.
She could break my heart
and she's mine all mine.

The longest dark hair
and her curvy features.
Plus two small hands
that make cute gestures.

She's a work of art.
She's such a hard worker.
She could break my heart
and she's mine all mine.
 Jan 2015 DustBall
shannon
When we are born there are hopes and dreams,
On the path we follow, enemies are made,
Cruelty forced upon us, tearing at our seams
The existence of the world is enveloped in flames, fire and decay.

Everywhere we turn – a wasteland waves,
Isolated, ruined, desolate
Negativity runs deep, tagged metal in their waist bands
The urge to be free, unchained, untagged.

Meadows of green grass and daisies and yellow roses,
towering the shadows, no worries about,
Winter creeps; silently, swiftly, suavely. Now
an ocean of black roses remain in power.

Oh colourful canvas, how beautiful you used to be,
Now you’re smothered in the greyness of despair,
An intimidation of words aggressively written,
And the pain never ends

That desperate wish that someone could care!

This noose I tie is never tied tight enough,
The glistening light shivers a hope for eternal sleep
Such a shame the cut never succeeds
And an only friend has gone  

Facebook, MySpace, Twitter;
He made himself the target and ****** in,
He took their advice, took the bullet,
Their words are a complete and utter sin

My, my it was that hilarious! Honestly.
The world corrupt, no social networks,
What a laugh it was; all fits and giggles
The importance never occurred

We- the kids of this generation- know nothing
but how to navigate the internet
Them- the adults of the era- that want the best
ignorant to the life on the information highway

This world is changing,
This world is ending,
This society, will become my newest nightmare
This society, will become your newest warfare
 Jan 2015 DustBall
Samantha Ellis
people use me like a rest stop
all my relationships are brief
they get what they need & then leave
they think i'm ok with it
that i'm so "different"
but i'm waiting for the person
who sees that it's a lie
 Jan 2015 DustBall
Eli Smith
Skin
 Jan 2015 DustBall
Eli Smith
You traced every contour of my body
Every wrinkle of skin that I hate
Every cellulite budge that I find repulsive
And told me that I was beautiful in skin that I have been fighting my whole life to crawl out of.
In your arms I feel whole
The weight of the world is no longer my own
I feel weightless.
Pushing myself deeper into you
So deep that my problems no longer matter
You make it all go away
You make me feel beautiful through long nights
Through tragic days
Through pain as well as glory.
You make me feel like I can do this.
Thank you.
 Jan 2015 DustBall
Andrea Winer
Darkness; she is calling,
she draws you ever closer.
Cold hearted wails surround you,
you feel her through your torso.

Darkness; she is calling,
reflection in the mirror.
She screams for your attention,
you do not want to hear her.

She grips your heart.
She tears your soul.
She has your mind,
she has control.

She is calling for attention,
wrought with fear and hurt.
Darkness in the mirror yells:
"This is all you're worth!"

Do not let her blind you,
give her not your key;
for she is in the mirror honey
and my dear, you are so free.

Darkness in the mirror,
you know her all too well.
My dear do not go near her,
do not let her cast her spell.
Let me undress your insecurities
Kiss all your fears away
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