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 May 2016 summer
Maple Mathers
in a story,
*
As in,
once upon a time*,
and
all.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

Shoutout to MS Lim, who wrote this in response:  http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653577/once-upon-a-time-no-more/

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 May 2016 summer
Adrian Newman
I can’t feel the sun on my face when you’re not standing outside
I can’t open the door to strangers when I’m expecting you anytime.

Don’t you understand?
I don’t want you by my side; I want you with me all the time.

I can’t feel okay or at peace when you aren’t there to calm my mind
I can’t see or feel what makes me happy when your hand’s not in mine.

Don’t you understand?
I don’t want you by my side; I want you with me all the time.

I can’t function without your voice telling me that you’re still here
I can’t face the world or myself if you’re not my thin veneer.

Don’t you understand?
I don’t want you by my side; I want you with me all the time.

5th May 2016
 May 2016 summer
Maple Mathers

the ghosts of
my past?

and when we got too close,

did they haunt you,
too?
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
 May 2016 summer
Richie Vincent
Welcome to the parade
Don't get it twisted
This is a sick sad establishment

I greeted Death with a smile and all I got in return was wishful thinking and eternal life
At least that's what he wanted me to believe
In reality, realism never looked so ugly
I've watched all of those around me die
And this is all taking so long, I'd rather watch paint dry

My contract is irreversible
My body stopped growing
A solar eclipse is the last thing I want to see
Satisfaction has become dissatisfaction
The flowers on my porch stopped blooming
All of this has only made me see

The big man in charge is a ******* and not even a forest fire could burn my hopes and dreams
I am eternal
I will live forever
I will makes the most of this
Whether you want me to or not
I will be here forever and there is nothing that can stop me

I will drink soda before going to bed
I will sleep with the lights on
I will have the craziest dreams

I will wake up thankful
I will be kind
I will be thoughtful
I will make sure no one ever knows
I will be the most beautiful

Don't get me wrong, death is beautiful
But everything beautiful must die eventually
 May 2016 summer
Taylor Lynn
I want to go back,
to the time in my life where I had not a single care.
To a time where existing,
was much easier than it is now.
Take me back to when I hadn't been touched,
by the harsh reality of what was in my head.
Where monsters didn't dwell within me,
and I wasn't drowning in my own thoughts.
I want to go back,
to where people weren't toxic splotches in my life.
Why can't we go back to skipping rope,
and the only cuts we worried about were scraped knees.
Smoke came from fires,
instead of cigarettes.
Sleepovers turned into ***,
candy into drugs.
Our cups aren't filled with juice,
but filled to the brim with our alcohol of choice.
Keeping secrets was for jokes,
not to make us seem fine.
We were home when the street lights came on,
and now were creatures of the night.
The dark scared us,
now it is our greatest friend.
We were such innocent children,
wanting to grow up so soon.
We had a glimmer in our eyes,
that's now replaced with a dead blank look.
Why were we so eager to want to face this nasty world.
I am no longer that young,
ambitious,
excited,
lively little girl.
I have become a
numb,
anxious minded,
dead,
damaged teenager.
And this is what this world,
and society has done to me.

T.B.
 May 2016 summer
Stephan
.

The front yard of her home,
no white picket fence
just a cement curb separates
where she sat with the Crayolas,
she received last year when she turned seven,
63 to be exact
(the umber one lost under her bed months ago)

A hot sunny day,
colored wax puddles blend
with butterflies floating
and tiger lilies swaying like an orange banner
at the VFW parade

The ice cream truck sings in bells,
displaying pink cones
and rainbow push-ups,
but she is not in the giggling line,
dollars stretched for treats

The summer breeze flips the pages
of the mother goose coloring book
Images blur together as fairy tales
fly by, waving farewell
while her impression in the soft green grass
slowly disappears

Red eyes droop on sagging skin
her worried mother can’t breathe,
calling her name in coarse tones,
repeating, hoping, repeating
as another slate gray day passes
in her shattered world
of melted crayons
and lost innocence
My thoughts can be like the bottom of the ocean floor
Nothing and going nowhere
I hate this darkness, when will I get light?
It's limited here
So every time a torch is available
I take advantage of it.
Where else can I look to find the lighter world?
I can hear the Angels fly
I can stare at paradise and not wonder why
I can be on top of the tower and not know superiority
I think I just got the truest blessing
The Gods have kept good fortune on me!
What a great way to show a legacy in the making
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