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 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Nica Eff
Don't tell him the secret,
he'll run away screaming.
Don't tell her the story,
she won't really care.
But tell me the truth, for
I know you've been dreaming
to tell why you're hurting;
you know I'll be there.

Let not just law guide you,
for justice is blind.
The lady of scales
with foggy eyes stares.
But hold out your hand
(and open your mind)
together we'll stumble;
you know I'll be there.

Watch out for hatred,
for hatred brings pain.
Seek naught of hatred
-in stoney heart lairs.
Love is the cure,
love might keep you sane,
so I love you and hold you;
you know I'll be there.

And when darkness finds you
please say you'll be strong.
The darkness is needed,
for to light it's pair.
I know that it's hard
when you try to hold on,
but let my love shield you,
you know I'll be there.

You know I am Human,
you know I have fault.
I'll try hard to solve
all your problems with prayer.
I'll be reallistic,
no grand canyon vault,
but whene'er you need me
Just call-

I'll be there.
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Matt Jursin
I want to lick your tender lips...
Kiss the spot where you whisper.
Touch me forever...
Cuddle all night and dream.

Be.
Love.

Come.
To.
Me.
Yes...I sometimes stand aimlessly in front of my fridge "writing poetry".lol
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Devon Rammell
Cry
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Devon Rammell
Cry
I just want to cry
To let the tears fall
To wash my soul
To cleanse my mind
To let the damage take its toll
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Ari Pevensie
I waited there for hours long
Not knowing what was going on;
They thought it better that way.

I loved you dearly but now you’re gone
Like the last breath of a lonely song;
My heart is aching with the pain.

Now you’re gone I’m feeling blue,
All I think about is you;
You showed the world to me.

Your teachings help me so thank you
You showed me everything, old and new.

I wish you were still here.
Now the trees seem much more tall
Since you left I’ve started to fall
Into the depths of despair.
And I’m still waiting for you to call.

But I know I’ll hear your voice no more
Or see your smiling face.
And now it is on my bed I lie,
Wishing that you didn’t die;
Leaving me here by myself.

Now all I can do is start to cry,
I cannot stop, although I try
Because you never said Goodbye.

Your death leaves me with heartache
That no one can heal,
But yet your love leaves a memory
None can steal.

You may be gone,
But never
Forgotten.
I wrote this poem shortly after my best friend was killed. I didn't know what else to do.
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Tya Crosse
Anchor
 Dec 2011 Tins Nox
Tya Crosse
I want to tell you all these things,
all these things inside that hold me down.
The sinking stones, the thoughts that
I can't even begin to understand.
But I feel it when I'm with you,
the feeling you get when the sun rises
and the moon is full.
I feel it when I'm with you,
the only thing that is consistent.
It's not like the changing moon,
the seasons, or time on the clock,
I love you, now, and through every change
that will occur.

— The End —