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 Jan 2014 Kay-Ann
Emmy
Difference
 Jan 2014 Kay-Ann
Emmy
Haunting incompetence and past resentments
Turbulent winds twisting up my insides
howling thoughts of you and me
Tearing me down
I'm being thrown around
hit the walls of my brain and I shatter with a loud clatter
Stomach pains turn into liquid running through my veins
I wonder what makes the difference
I rack my brain with no inference
I loved you till I went numb, until I could no longer breath with my lungs
My heart gives out, "I only want you!" I shout
silently in my head
sitting on my bed
with sharp pangs of longing
I clutch my head, filled with overflowing dread
What do they have, that I do not?
Why was I not enough?
Wrap me up to throw me out, rinse, repeat, it was like being beat
I ask myself why tethered down I don't mind if I drown as long as you're near
It's the fear of living without a part of me
I know this you see
I wonder what makes the difference
I rack my brain with no inference
 Jan 2014 Kay-Ann
Emmy
Bell Jar
 Jan 2014 Kay-Ann
Emmy
Dark clouds shadow my world as coldness seeps through my frame
Nervous energy blooms inside
intertwined with thoughts of shame
My hands shake and my breathing is fast
There is no reason, this has nothing to do with the past
Heavily burdened with a bell jar of thick fractured glass
I've found myself beaten down, having discovered this will not pass
I watch fatigued by it all
the colors and sounds
the landscape
the rise and fall
Placing my hands on the frosted barrier
searching for a leak of warmth
a possible carrier forth
My hands fall in defeat
I sink farther down and blackness I solemnly greet
I close my eyes waiting for it wash over me again and again
to crash on my shore then retreat
Moon tide controlled in my mind, incessantly forever beat
I wish with rapid fire desire for the fall of the bell jars empire
My heart thuds
blood rushing sound in my ears
I stare straight ahead filled with a commensurate of fears
Darkness descends and I am captured in my bell jar yet again.
 Jan 2014 Kay-Ann
Fiona Mae
The Friday night girl,
I like her
she's ****,
seductive,
and secure

Wrecking my bedroom
in a tornado of heated passion
Lust taking over
and her giving in

The Saturday morning girl,
I despise her
she's ******,
secluded,
and sheepish

Kicking the stranger out
feeling painfully numb
Regret taking over
and her giving in
 Dec 2013 Kay-Ann
Craig Harrison
I don't care about your age
or the fact you earn a higher wage
I love you because

Because when I see you I like how I feel
I love you because when I'm with you everything is real

I love your blond hair
and how much you love and care
I love your smile and your big hazel eyes
I love you because you're wise

I love you because you are smart
I love you because you remind me of art
so beautiful, the world must see
I love you because for some reason you love me

I love everything about you
and I'm happy you love me too

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 Dec 2013 Kay-Ann
Emilie
so
 Dec 2013 Kay-Ann
Emilie
so
this isn't a poem
it's just a thought
I was in the shower
thinking
like we all do in showers
when the hot water makes our pores and minds expand
wide as the universe and we're so small in our thoughts

and I realized something

I am no one's number one
in the long line of people spoken to
laughed with
sitting with
I am not number one

you see we all have a group of people who we would go to
when we're alone
when we want to be with someone
and maybe someone will come to me
but they won't stay
someone else will come along
and eyes will wander
and thoughts will change
and the world will turn to face another side
all but for my portion of it
until I'm alone again

it's not a nice thought
but I never said it was
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