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 Jun 2018 Jacob
Dakota T Frandsen
Isolated in academics
To finish my final days
Honored with a chance to fly
To an Ancient World
For a journey unlike any other with friend
Of New and Old

We all gather to the skies
From points of two
Dependent on which part of the pan
We originated

Many seeing each other
In the flesh
For the first time
Immediately we become friends
Unified by simply excitement a nervousness
For something entirely new for all of us

We each gather for the skies
To wait six hours short of a day
To begin our journey
In the oldest of lands

Many of us resting
Some simply lying back
We talk among our members about our paths
Leading us to this point and where we hope it goes

We come closer to our destination
Excitement grows among tired minds
Our blood rushes through our veins for what is to come
As or passage in the sky suddenly changes and burns



To be extinguished by the salty cries of Ryƫjin
And swallowed whole to gain passage to
a New World
 Jun 2018 Jacob
Damion Hamilton
When i close my eyes

I see the faces of the dead

I hear their voices

The things they said, their laughter

The ones i thought would live forever!!

Something got them though: the ones who lived fast

It was a drug, some bullets, a disease

I thought they would live forever!!

Those crazy *** dudes and girls
How urgent they were



But they didn't

Something got them,

Just as sure as it will get me

It's not always about the young dying recklessly

I think of some old man or woman living a slow life:maybe washing a car or cooking a dinner, watching a baseball game on tv

Gone forever.

They are so real to me when i close my eyes

More powerful than any living being every could be to me

The living live cowardly as they smile and laugh to me

But this death thing is real

Very real

I drive highways alone at night

Remembering a dead girl riding shotgun. Who died a couple of years ago beside me.

The things she said and her laughter haunts me.

More powerful than anything living

What lies she told me

More powerful than anything living

This crumpled memory of mine.



Damion Hamilton

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