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maggie W Jun 2014
I look around and meet pairs of misty eyes,
Blurry minds and lingering thoughts.
Words don't get through,
They're just syllables.(for most of the people)


Poems are means to shed light on mysteries
They serve as the path to eternity
I rue not to speak up again and again
Blaming myself for things I haven't done.
SFW verison
Marsya Azzahra Jun 2014
Wake up in quite a state
With the steady cool wind blows
Sun shines the ground
Birds chirp over sky

O what a bliss, I say
Things going to be beautiful today
Things won't matter today
I get you by my side

O what a bliss, he says
Things going to be okay today
We'll be together someday
"Don't worry, we'll get through this eventually", he says

Lights shine down my face
as I wipe off the hair down my face
How he looks at me and cups my face
"Good morning, beautiful." He says
Then I know things will be okay today

O what a bliss, I say.
I love how a guy inspired me to make this, and he's the sort of bliss I can imagine. Or my kind of bliss.
Cara Marshall May 2014
God blessed the soul that gave me the courage
To write what I feel
To feel
God blessed the soul that paved a way
For people like me
For the woman who taught
That there is no one like me
God blessed the soul that opened the minds
Of more than can count
The soul that opened the eyes
Of the blind who felt
But could not see the way
To this world
This world of emotion
passion
feel
God blessed the soul that paved the way
God named her Maya Angelou
And she paved the way
Rest in paradise, Ms. Maya Angelou. You gave hope with your words, and I can only try to do the same as well as you one day.
Martin Narrod May 2014
Like the way a speaker prepares his toast. Each yearning sensibility, their bold autumnal stamen cast lines into the horizon of our lives. That when we were younger we even thought, that aeroplanes would land just where we stood in front of our homes in our neighborhood. And if unfurled, as our oil riggers kept us off the benches so we must only had whispers of our doings. Then Harold Sev and Linda Wevven brought to us our cars, our toys, our wives...cooking and cleaning and children. This was not the narrow passage of peak four.

Because of this we have learned many wonderfully-suited professions of our tertiary friends: radio captain, Saharan Field Marshall, dairy operator at a dromedary farm.

Why in this short-timed, often-rainy parody of existence due countries set embargos upon one another so that two men who cannot afford even the drink they carry, so long as they handle the glass properly, and we concern ourselves with things as trivial as this.

You stay everyone! This America is stupendous.

Or then drink from my hands and say, "America Finding the Curious Even More Curiouser.'" Where with two plates two bowls, two forks, two spoons, two glasses, and thrice the knives of a charcuterie.

So with your bold hand baskets, and Model-Ts, go show us how you fffffffffffffffffffff
RE: The slaying at UCSM by heart, thoughts and prayers are with those students, faculty, and families.
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