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Just ten minutes after I'd revved the engine
I was only nine miles away from the love of my life
Day dreaming of when we’d met just eight short months ago
Soaring at seventy down that country road
Only six more miles until she’d be in my arms again
Five years ago thoughts of love would have seemed so far out of sight
Yet four times I've already proposed, “too soon,” she’d always say
Amazing how in three seconds your entire life can change
With just two tires there’s little room for error
When one blew out I hit the asphalt, hard
In a wreck like that there’s zero chance I’d survive
One hour later the ambulance arrived at last
EMTs pressed two paddles against my chest
Shocks were delivered three times
At the hospital doctors performed four operations
Five months I spent in a coma
Followed by six months of physical therapy relearning to walk
In time all seventeen broken bones had set and healed
It cost me eight grand to buy a new bike
Now nine years later I’m still riding, fearless, wife on the back
The tenth time I asked, she finally said yes
 Feb 2014 Valerie Csorba
Frisk
you are so delicate, like feather pillows and angel wings
yet you offered me the knife to cut you off from me, and
autumn happens in each season where leaves fall like
pinned up pictures on your wall tumbles to the dusty
corners of the bed or hides in the closets like skeletons
and happiness is hard to find, but it's so much easier
finding new ways to miss you when remainders of
reminders are hidden in the nooks and crannies of
my endless jumble of miswired thoughts, and the
inside of your soul is just a house of mirrors for every
personality you perfect on your face with such ease
i wish the mirrors would shatter, and i would throw
the knives at all of them already and see the truth

- kra
Where were we, do you remember?
The way the lights blurred
I could have sworn we were dreaming
But you were there too, or did I convince you
Were we too strung out to notice the truth
You are the kind of guy that makes me feel
Things, sometimes its nervousness shaking me
Other times its the fact that I don't have to fit my labels, and you can love every part of me, mostly my youth.

They took it away at such a young age, for lust
And I remember every moment of it.
Most of all the feeling of being proud to be ****
Even tho a child has no clue what that means
You just make me forget what I thought ,
And you teach me how it is again
To be free, and smile.
Its not even in the way you kiss me
But the way you protect my innocence
And keep me young.  
My heart has aged a hundred year
Until I met you, now time Stands still
Or it disappears. Like the hour of midnight
That must have been lost in the time
It took for you to convince me
What we even saw in the first place
And for me to open up to you
And feel comfortable not being so confused.
He loves me, he loves me not.
9
Always breaking
My favorite rules
My life is made up of seconds
And they're ticking away.
At this very moment
I grow older
And memories are lost.

As noon turns to night,
And night turns to day
Images are blurred.
White noise,
Turning into silence.

Prolonged exposure to life,
The illusion of time takes over.
Summer falls and winter rises,
Identity lost,
Yourself just out of reach.

Arrivals and departures,
Of the shadow children.
The door shuts,
And the pendulum
Slowly stops swinging.

Everything comes and goes,
And everything changes.
On a long enough time line
The survival rate of everyone
Drops to zero.
A grey Christmas,
Ash falls from the sky.
Children don't play,
And holiday tunes
Are no where
To be heard.
A sad day
In a soot filled town,
Fires still dance,
But no chestnuts
Are roasted.
Under the mistletoe
No one is kissing,
But there's still
The faint sense
Of cheer that's missing
The families are thankful,
But not for their gifts,
More for the men
Who doused the fires lips,
A holiday blaze
That burned down the town,
If only old Santa
Had put the pipe down
Say nothing but good of the dead
As they were once your friends,
Or enemies, it doesn't matter.
In death lies no dishonor.

Say nothing but good of the dead
As they were once fellow workers,
Or leaders, it doesn't matter.
In death lies no classes.

Say nothing but good of the dead
As they were once our slaves,
Or masters, it doesn't matter.
In death lies no races.

Say nothing but good of the dead
Because they were once living people,
People like you and me.
In death they are beloved.

De Mortuis Nil Nisi Bonum
De Mortuis Nil Nisi Bonum (Latin for "Say nothing but good of the dead.")
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