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My thoughts could be beautiful if not so skewed
untangible things in very lucrative views
unhappy me
meets
quite happy you
& the cycle continues as we make ourselves lose

The day could never do the job of the night
it would ***** all the time
about never getting things right
always lookin' in the dark
never findin' the right keys
to a door that's unlocked
but still won't open for me

If only the cat had a more noble speech
maybe then he,
could talk sense to me
and maybe
i'd listen
whole-heartedly
for once in my ******* life
i'd listen to the cat speak
and take what he means
about the good and the bad
or
the wise and the lost
and understand that he sees
what he wants to see
because he's a ******* cat
but
that's fine with me.
When first we saw the apple tree
  The boughs were dark and straight,
But never grief to give had we,
  Though Spring delayed so late.

When last I came away from there
  The boughs were heavy hung,
But little grief had I to spare
  For Summer, perished young.
A word the opposite of it's concept
flawed, broken, incomplete,
unable to share what the word should be,
the word comes out
perfectly
 Feb 2012 Tearani C
Falen
I've been having these...

Audacious ideas lately.
Ideas better left contracepted by reason
before taking root in my mind;
I've been playing hopscotch with What If
so long that I forgot he was just
and imaginary friend.

I've been thinking about you.

They're just thoughts but see,
These feelings I have for you
are so very contradictory
because the very reason I like you
is the reason you keep your distance.

You pray to a god I don't believe in
and according to my church,
you might be called a heathen
Yet I couldn't imagine anyone else in heaven
with more ease.

I've been having these...

Audacious ideas lately.
Ideas that took root and
for the life of me, won't scoot
for things like logic.

These here ideas are utterly tragic.

We share the same basic morals
but you stick to the script,
and I'm a little more improv;
with my Saturday Nights Live,
while you're at home praying
prayer number five.

Trust me when I say
I didn't mean to
think about you
dream about you
pray for you
constantly.

It wasn't until I heard you.
Every word was poetry,
and all I could ever do was stutter.
When I think of these audacious thoughts,
I begin to shutter.

Mainly because I'm walking
down the plank into heartbreak,
and those nudges at my back
pushing me forward are
the smiles you beam like
lighthouses in this dark world.

It's as if they start at the ground floor
of your soul, take an elevator
to the corners of your lips and
Spread.

I don't beleive in the prophet Mohammed
but am I a horrible Christian if I thank him
for inspiring someone to be so angelic?
Not only are you peaceful,
you're revolutionary.

You could change the world
with two hands behind your back
and still have prayer time in tact.

MSA President,
captain of the school team,
superlative for the biggest dream.
I like you for who you were, are,
and who you will become.
And it seems as though
every
one
of your actions
is rhythmic to my hearts drum.

I've been having these...
Audacious ideas lately,
Ideas better left unsaid,
Ideas better left dead.
 Feb 2012 Tearani C
Cormac Rada
I've got these ink stained hands

untouchable, unwashable

even by the sands of time

ink stained by my words

Words I say, Words I write, Words I hold

words written on the page

concealed within my heart

The words I still hold

ink rubbed off from my

hands,my heart, my soul



Seen by many, Understood by none

fallen on the deaf , the blind, the dumb

fallen on the ground, slipping through the streets

in between the cracks

left to walk back and forth

left inside its crying cradle

Yearning to be with more



    Words that I hold

no matter how heavy ,

no matter how long

I'm Atlas,holding on as long

as I can-

Until I let go-

and I watch them spill out from my hands

to those loose leaf pages

margins too small

filled with words with the beating sweat of my palms

Sweat smeared pages so sweet

It's a living, breathing, part of me

So Spoiled

Sitting there so comfortably

disreagrading the silly lines that try to keep them neat



No more lines left on the leaf

no more words spilling out from me

left in this body

Sealed and Shut



I can't do it

I give up



-CQR
 Feb 2012 Tearani C
Matt Honkonen
apparently, I have given you reason
  beyond reason to never
    call or speak to me again.
      did I break your heart for-
        ever more? leave you naked on the
          floor? all that you once trusted in me is
            gone. but
              he has somehow warmed your heart, so
                it must not have been taken from all lovers,
                  just away from me. a
                    kid, that's what I hear, and how
                      lovely she
                        must be, for you to
                          never mention her to me.
                            or maybe we were just kids ourselves? too
                              pure to be cruel, and to dumb to keep
                                quiet. and I
                                  really
                      ­              should stop
                                      trying to understand the past. to
                                        understand what always will be
                                          very vague. I hope our memories
                                            will leave you peaceful. buy your girl a
                                              xylophone and move on. I'm sure
                                                you could use the sleep.
                                                  zzzz...
18 Oct. 2010
I am willing to bury the hatchet
even if it's in my chest
but let's not walk forward under false pretense
you said for both of us it's best
but we are both falling apart
you with a smile on your face
and I, with an axe in my heart
 Feb 2012 Tearani C
CG Abenis
Love is the reason
why
I'm still
miraculously
alive
today.
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