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Cameron Byrd Nov 2011
Love in my heart, a song for my sorrows,
a place in my heart where she and I can be together.
As time goes on, my love goes farther
can cupids arrow shoot any further?
When I see her, my heart jumps like hurdlers,
I wonder if we’re meant to be together
What happens when the ice meets the flame,
in a wintery wildfire will true love blossom?
Or will it fade with steam to a place unseen?
The glow of her light, makes my soul shine bright,
all through this long night, love is powerful some call it might,
and with this I fight for the love that brightens my life.
I keep love alive cause without it im dead
Sometimes I get lost in this world and trapped in my head.
But I keep you in the light so I know you’re there.
Bugs Spencer Oct 2021
At the table sit the able and fittest of society
Whether that be true or not does not matter
As they think of only others like them
The able and fit in society to benefit
And what of those not as able or fit?
They are forgotten, they have no place to sit
So a society stays benefiting only the "normal"
While the lives are gawked at and hurdlers bigger for the "abnormal"
Travis Frank Sep 2018
A swarm of blue and white
Shot-putters hurdlers sprinters javelins long and high jumpers
Congregate before esteemed guests whom the PTA did invite
To secretly scoff at losers and worship winners.

Not quick or strong,
All I could do was jump high.
Alwyn came in stone last in the cross country after long.
Poor chap – their sneering and booing made him cry.

Soon after, it was my turn,.
Third jump – down went the pole.
Alas! – one corner poked me in the back. The pain, the burn!
Need something sweet for the shock, like a Swiss roll.

Into the common room I went,
Where smoky, limp athletes unwound with a movie.
There I encountered three foes infernally-sent.
Alwyn was among them – out to get me.

“Why are you crying?” one goon prodded.
“I got hurt by a pole,” was all I could muster.
At this, Alwyn’s raucous laughter erupted and exploded.
One day I’ll get you, buster.

Didn’t you cry moments ago when they sneered at you?
So, your solution is to do as the Romans do?

— The End —