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 Apr 2013 Erin
Damaged
I wasn't even out of my car yet and I broke down.
We made eye contact; for me it was painful.
No wave.
No nod.
No smiles.
From either of us.
It hurt me because now I realize I overreacted,
I should've stayed more calm when I talked to you.
I shouldn't have let it get to me.
Why did this upset me so much?
I saw you again in the locker room.
I know you saw me too.
Again;
nothing.
No smile.
No wave.
From either of us.
You may not know but the simple and enthusiastic "Hi Bree!" with a warm smile after,
well that really brightens my day.
I tried talking to you, but got no response.
Maybe your phone was dead? Or maybe you got it taken away in class?
Or maybe I ruined things.
Maybe I shouldn't have even responded in the first place.
Responded in the morning and said I was just asleep.
Maybe all these thoughts running circles in my head are useless;
but if I know one thing for sure it's that I don't want something this stupid to come between us.
And if I know anything else, it's that I was stupid and I'm sorry.
Maybe you'll see this maybe you won't. Maybe you'll say something maybe you won't. Maybe we'll be okay maybe we won't. But I hope to God I didn't **** things up too bad.
 Apr 2013 Erin
M Clement
By far the worst part about today,
            Is that I want to completely lose myself in you
                              And part of me is completely all right with that.
 Apr 2013 Erin
M Clement
I think I'm bi-polar
Maybe not emotionally,
Scratch that
But I feel like I've got split-personality disorder
There's part that wants to let go
And the other part so desperately holding on

I want to look you in the eyes
and ask you what you're doing here
I want to ask you what we are
I want to ask you if we're just using each other
If, really, we're just both getting a physicality that we'd otherwise be missing
Part of me wants to just let it be
And the other part so desperately wants to ask

I wonder if you think this is going to last
I wonder if we're fooling ourselves
I wonder if what we're doing is what should be happening
I wonder why you make me think so much

I hope you're happy
You're making me think
That was your goal, wasn't it?
I hope you're happy

I hope you're happy
Because I wonder
if this house
is built to last
Or
At the sign of storm
Or tidal wave
It'll come crashing down
Should we start looking at insurance?
 Apr 2013 Erin
Robert Guerrero
I'm bored and the title says it all
I really have no life
I only have a girlfriend
(Sorry I mean fiance)
But I'm home alone like always
And there is absolutely nothing
For me to do
Time to start drinking
SALUD!!!
 Apr 2013 Erin
Leanna Taylor
A Cage
 Apr 2013 Erin
Leanna Taylor
My body is a cage
to lock the monster
that is raging within.
But this cage grows weaker
It can only hold on for so long.

Once when I was brave,
I was able to keep the monster
invisible.
I had guts to fight it away.

But now it starts to peak out
in my voice, my fists, and
my menacing eyes.
The monster rocks back and forth
in the cage, making it bend
out of shape.

One day the cage will break
and the monster will come out
and I won’t be brave enough to stop it.
 Apr 2013 Erin
Leanna Taylor
Lust
 Apr 2013 Erin
Leanna Taylor
I've always pictured Lust as a woman
A seductive and voluptuous goddess
with golden curls and a sensual smirk
Her eyes would be the reflection of diamonds
or stars in an eerie, romantic night sky
A perfection of human kind
An angel fallen from heaven
But oh would she be cruel
She might be beautiful and appear innocent
but she is a trickster, a wily temptress.
A consumer of hearts
A demon in disguise
She'd lure her helpless, naïve victims
with pleading eyes and hypnotizing sways
They'd follow, attracted to illusion of vulnerability
That's when she'd strike,
lunging for the **** in a snap
Another bleeding artless heart...
stolen, stomped on, kicked around,
cut up, spit on, and set on fire.
Another pathetic man blinded by Lust.
Poor *******.
 Apr 2013 Erin
Robert Guerrero
whispering...
                  calling...
Reaching out for me
What am I to do
Arms of death gripped corpses
Attaching themselves to every limb
Trying to drag me
To the darkest pits of the unknown

whispering...
                  calling...
Pulling on my flesh
Tearing me to pieces
As I try to reject the conclusion
That these hollow point glares
Are drilling into my body
But the pain is numbed

whispering...
                  calling...
I don't want to reply
For if I do I accept defeat
And let this cancerous nuisance
Plunge me into my own insanity
Of cannibalistic voices
Crawling on the walls like shadow phantoms

whispering...
                  calling...
I'm dead
No point in denying it
I'm a nobody
Who will remember me
These joker grins around me
Knew my fate long before I did
Because they were pushing me off
The edge of life's lonely cliff
Into swarming piranha infested darkness
 Apr 2013 Erin
Marian
They fly through the sky
And land who knows where?
They land in creeks and streams
In ponds and rivers
And in trees
Yet never frightened of their fate
Throwing paper airplanes through the wind
Where will they go?
Where will they land?
Some land in seas or in oceans
Others land in bushes
Or in hedges
In thunderstorms they're never frightened
Or afraid
Even when it rains
It still flies through the air
Sailing on the wind or the rain
Sailing past the rain and the thunderstorms
Caught up somewhere in the wind
Landing on trees or any where
Oh, how brave you are
Never to shed a tear once
No matter what your fate is
Never trembling at the thunder
When its too loud
Nor hiding from the dismal rain
But instead you fly through the air
And land who knows where?
I think its most poetical to describe
Paper airplanes on the wind
And to pen their beauty which
Sometimes makes me cry
Who knows where you will land
Except for God
Who knows where you'll go
Except God
Where will you go?
Where will you be?
Out on the river or floating on the sea?
Throwing paper airplanes
Who knows where they will go?

*~Marian~
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 Apr 2013 Erin
Marian
Dew-kissed Hibiscus
Smell of the sweet salty waves
Dancing green palm trees

*~Marian~
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