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 Jan 2015 Ren
DC raw love
Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart

Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met?

It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

I resolved to call her up
A thousand times a day

Ask her if she'll marry me
In some old fashioned way

But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone

Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone
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 Jan 2015 Ren
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.
 Jan 2015 Ren
Seán Mac Falls
In the early dawn
A shout is seen
As the moon is falling,
Tawny birds blithely dart
In the scarlet tangles
Of your heart, always escape
Yet never so parading past
The topped prime colours
Of bleeding eyes uncovered,
All the fields and clearing
Woods have cordoned
Themselves, beyond
Your glorious boundaries,
In the knotted, noble trials
Of briar and serrated leaf,
Green trails ply angled thorns
Leading to one ****** crown.
 Jan 2015 Ren
Dylan Wallace
Escape
 Jan 2015 Ren
Dylan Wallace
Wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday
I open the cabinet and pull out my mask
Pull my hoodie sleeves over my arms
Sling my bag over my shoulder
Open the front door quietly
Trudge to the bus-stop
Sit in the very front
Close my eyes
Escape
New clothes
Wearing my smile
No need for any sleeves
Wanting my looks to be nice
Skipping out the front door loudly
Dancing to the bus-stop singing happily
Sitting in the back with all my closest friends
Open my eyes and realize again it was all a dream
 Jan 2015 Ren
Jeffrey Pua
It was an extravagant...
...*******.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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