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 Aug 2013 the kid
Carsyn Smith
You were in my dream last night
of course you were
because my dreams are the only place where you're mine.
A smile and a touch is all it takes,
and I'm head over heals in love again.
A playful shove and laugh,
and we're alone in the world, and I'm not scared.
A pair of fluttering eyelids and a harsh alarm
and I'm back to reality
back to war
back to winter
back to a world without *I'm sorry.
 Aug 2013 the kid
Emma B
There will be days.
There will be days when the person you most want to see is right in front of you.
There will be days when that person is miles away.
There will be days when you accomplish little more than a quick nap.
There will be days when you fail.
There will be days when you succeed.
There will be days when you need people, and that's okay. Because one of these day's they'll need you too. Just wait.
There will be days when the very uttering of their name will send shivers down your bones and blood to your cheeks and the tips of your lips will curve up without you even trying.
There will be days when the tips of your lips refuse to curl up even though you are trying very hard.
There will be days when you don't want to leave the comforting pillow that finally fits your head just as you have to leave.
There will be days when you have to leave.
There will be days when you have to leave behind.
There will be days when you have to forget. try. to forget.
There will be days when you try. to forget. but are reminder over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. there will be nothing you can say. it's okay, I've been there, too.  
There will be days when the feeling is just out of reach and taunts your desperately clawing fingers like a grass seed.
There will be days when you forget about the grass seed.
There will be days when it floats in between your fingers and lands square in the palm of your hand and those are the days you need to day thank you and remember remember. try. to remember.
There will be days when it's difficult to breathe.
There will be days when breathing seems to be the only thing your broken body remembers how to do.
breathe. it's what you're built for. breathe.
How can you be my world one day
and destroy it in the next?
With just four little words you have taken
my most precious memories
and condemned them to a most heartless death.
All the beauty of our first years
taken away in a second.
By four little words
and a stray thought of the flesh.
You have once again condemned us to return
and seek the knowledge we must learn,
before we can shed this prison we call flesh.
How many times? I thought this one was it.
I felt within a joy of promised freedom
only to realize, we must return again.
Sometimes I think, I will go on without you,
but then I remember, you have all that I am.
So here I stay, so close to you.
With a distrust in my heart
and a love that cannot be stopped.
Yes, I will be returning with you.
With a hope in my heart,
that this will be our last.
For trust is our lesson
And our end so far.
 Aug 2013 the kid
Shayne Dowell
At the first meeting of a boy and a girl, the slumbering embers had been awoken
With words and glances, dancing light burst forth
As time passed, sparks ignited and the flickering flame grew
It fed on youth and the new
Soon sorrows and grief were thrown to the heart
But nothing could quench their hunger and thirst
It was a forceful blaze and the crowds watched in awe at the waves and the haze
Passion consumed the two beings with growing intensity
The inferno cast out a howling roar, with the duo of hearts desperate for more
Each moment they were parted, the sensations were sorely missed
In their minds eye they were still embraced in a kiss
It was the marriage of peace and the striking power of the storm
They were stirred by restlessness as their minds were bent with longing
As this love of fire matured in its age, it feasted on the beauty surrounding
The letters of the great poets,
The words of the countless tomes,
The sound of stunning chords,
The eye alluring views of artistry,
And the words from the Giver of Life
Nothing escaped consumption
But soon, they were tired of the old ways
The beauty of the world was not enough to feed the furnace
They left the face of the earth in search of new waters, and left the air far behind
The love fire danced among celestial bodies, and spaces of dreams
And so it does evermore, awaiting new creation
 Aug 2013 the kid
manicsurvival
Eyes
 Aug 2013 the kid
manicsurvival
My eyes said
"I've been ill"
"I've cried a lot"
Perhaps my eyes hadn't said enough
My stomach aches were bruises from drugs
My incoherent thoughts were bruises from the painkillers
Eyes, you should have said more
I know I've been asked "Why so sad?"
I thought my eyes said it all
Couldn't the grayish blue irises say
"There are needles in my organs"
"Invisible ghosts using my body as a punching bag"
The blue pools resting in my skull say it all
Just listen
You walked into my life one summer day, so easily, so naturally, so calm.
You were so quiet, nobody seemed to notice, but to me, you sounded as loud
as a firestorm and a thunderstorm, entwined together, in my head and yes, my
heart. I never let myself dream anymore. Dream of intense but soft brown eyes,
that can tell you the things you long to hear.  Then I awake and know, twas only
my desperate yearning to be touched and loved.  Please this time, I beg, do not let
me awake.  Let me sleep forever and ever.
I write about a love that is so great, so full and so intense but has been doomed through out the centuries.  They have been reborn four times, three of them were wasted on the pull of warm flesh,
hurting each other for a mere second of pleasure. All three lives ended in tragedy and deep pain.
Always promising their return to here, for another chance to dream and wake up in each others arms, only to realize, they had it all in their first life together.
 Aug 2013 the kid
Lucille Flott
We grow trees
Just to burn them to the ground
We grow humans
Just to watch them drown
And tonight as i look upon the stars
I kind of just wish
That i'd been hit by a car
All of those times
I ran a red light
and all of those times
Me and my dad got into a fight
I wish he'd knocked me right down
So at least i wouldn't have to live another one of these nights

At least being drunk is good for somethings
Because finally i've written some good things
Some things that are true to my heart
Instead of some stupid ****
That i shouldn't have even thunk of to start
But **** this poem
I'm drunk
and tomorrow
I'll think
That i should not have
Thunk
 Aug 2013 the kid
Lucille Flott
Little girl
As the wind blows
against your sleepy little face
While the autumn leaves crunch
beneath your wandering feet
Take a leap into the almost land
Where the sad people weep
So take a look little girl
Don't be an almost girl

Take the monsters of your slumber
and run with them
Take the dirt in your tiny hands
and grow something beautiful
Take a leap into the almost land
but never return again

Put  flowers in your hair
Dance with the fire
Be as swift as a singing stream
Dare to live little girl
Dare to dream

Save your whispers in the dark
For your little yellow bird
Crave a crisp kiss
But only from the love of the night

Take your journey to the almost land
little girl
but
do not be
an almost girl
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