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 May 2013 Nat
Malice
Daymare
 May 2013 Nat
Malice
Sitting in traffic
Trying not to break
Painfully sorting through
The decisions I must make.
Out of nowhere, sounds I hear.
Louder they become.
It sounds like ******, pain and fear
All rolled into one.
I cannot fathom where on earth
The screams originate.
I look to the right, the left and ahead
Where people congregate.
I'm instantly there amidst the crowd
Their faces full of dread.
There, lying in a sea of blood
A young girl is obviously dead.
Her face is swollen; her hair is tangled
One foot is missing a shoe.
Her arm is twisted; her body mangled
Her chest is black and blue.
Suddenly, I started to cry
As I finally began to see
The screams, the fear and the blood were mine.
The girl laying there was me.
 May 2013 Nat
Malice
Thirteen Things
 May 2013 Nat
Malice
There are thirteen things
She hates about her life
She isn't good with people
She's never been a wife
She has a few more curves than all
The girls in magazines
But then again, who doesn't?
They all kind of look like beans
She doesn't like her GPA
Or her major at her school
She doesn't keep up with the hipsters
And thinks she isn't cool
She wakes too late each morning
She drinks too much caffeine
She has a patch of freckles on her nose
And her eyes are one blue, one green
She keeps a messed up journal
Where she writes her wicked thoughts
She doesn't exercise enough
Although she knows she ought
Then there's last, but never least
That to others she can't impart
The thing she hates the very most
Is her cold, dark, broken heart
 May 2013 Nat
Leah Ward
Major for 4
 May 2013 Nat
Leah Ward
You will not leave me.

This isn't a statement of confidence.
Believe me when I say my faith in you,
Wavers every day.
When I say you will not leave me,
This is what I mean-

Twice a day you will look at the time and wish you hadn't.

Wood chips will now be more than splinters to you.

Station wagons will drive not only to places real, but they will drive you insane.

Record stores will be graveyards, hosting tombstone after tombstone of vinyl records.

You will not leave me, because even if you do, I will not leave you.

I am a tree
Whose roots have smuggled their way into the sediments of your life.
I have grown too tall for you to up-root me now.

And her presence will not
Fill the voids left by me;
I am not dirt, meant to
Fill the holes you dig.
We are puzzle pieces
and we fit where
We belong and

She does not belong in
the same space as I do.

If you leave,
I will not want you back.
If you leave
I would want you to
let me be to deal
with my own doings please.

I have loved you
Even as you left me.
I have stayed
I have watched
You, drift to and from me
Like the sea to the shore.
My involvement with
You, has been relentless.

What you don't realize is that
I have loved you with a rigor
Thicker than my head.
But

You will not leave me, because even if you do, I will not leave you.
I just love it.
can't get enough of it.,
just did a line and It's only nine
5 glasses over to the finest wine.
bra,
Bra.
BRAAA!
pant's around my feet , I'm pouncin to thiss beat.
I'm fealin for that ***** I think I'm actin thirsty.
my mind is a rush I really want my crush .
This dubby's so loud My head's in some cloud
I cant take a seetin my feet are takin thinkin.
I won't be  even blinkin.!
........................................And he's hear in his lincoln  mmm...
more beer , More gear more Cheer! my dear ^-^
bustin outta light show ,.
tahh Now wer'e sippin nd I'm trippin..
   how I'm trippin Nd i'm livinn.






(sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper)
 Apr 2013 Nat
Tori Gadney
Smokes
 Apr 2013 Nat
Tori Gadney
I think of you
Every time I reach
For my pack
Fit snugly
In my pocket.
Steal a smoke,
Put it gently
Between my lips
And light it up
Just to take a few
Hits; filling my
Lungs with tainted
Air I wouldn't dare
Wish another
To breathe.

Exhale to the left
So it goes
Along with the
Wind toward
The mountains
And away from
The memory of
You. I remember
How that day
Driving home from
school, windows
Down and a smoke
Between my fingers
Hanging slightly
In the open
Air, when I was
Distracted by the
Sight of your
Car tailing me
All the way home.

Remember how
You kissed me
So tenderly
As to distract
My eyes from
Your hands
Slowly moving
Down my side
Making me
Shiver in anticipation
Expecting more
Like we used to do.
Instead you
Sneak my Spirits
Out of my
Grasp, taking
My crutch away
And all I can ask
For is just
one more.

You kiss me for
A second time.
I say that is
Not what I
Meant and you
Know it.
You smile
And tell me
That's what
Addicts say.
I remember you
Getting out
Of my car and
Break every single
Smoke in the pack,
Finally throwing
Them away and
Look at me.

I don't look
Back. All I hear
Is your voice
Saying words I
Tried to tune
Out but couldn't
Quite get the
Ringing of the
Love I felt when
You finally
Told me I was
Better than this.
I promised I
Would stop and
Your stringing of
Words gave
Me the strength I
Thought I lost
When I first
Started
Killing myself.

Five hundred and eighty-four
Days I stood by my
Word until I broke
And you were no longer
There to pick up
The pieces.
I think of you every time
I reach for a smoke.
No longer keeping
Track of days
Because I have
Been stuck at Day 1
For too long
To know how it felt
To be free from
A crutch I don't
Know how to
Give up.

Or maybe I
Just don't want to
Because every time
I bring that smoke
To my lips to
Take a drag, I feel
Guilt and dread
And no
Self-worth
But
I think of you.
 Apr 2013 Nat
Wolves and Lilies
Maybe if I'll touch you
The way the summer sun kisses the daisy
*You will love me.
 Apr 2013 Nat
Mark Williams
When I dream, I dream of you alone;
Perhaps in some far-distant, time-forgotten place
That once existed in the days of youth.
And there, some dim, faint memory of the mind
Is stirred, as waters rise before the wind.

And here, adrift from life in realms unknown,
I see the incandescent beauty of your face.
I draw you to me, and I know the truth;
The past means nothing, for in your eyes, I see
The future only, and all else is lost to me.

* * * * * * * * *

Farewell to tortured hope, to misery and doubt;
The vow I made to you, I kept throughout
The dark, disastrous years of desolation.

Mourn not for days that lie beyond recall;
For hours withheld from us, no tear should fall
To blur the joy of love’s sweet affirmation.

The time Fate stole from us was not in vain;
For, now that your heart is joined with mine again,
We find the very reason for our own existence.

At last, we see that Faith’s reward is shown;
And know, as other dreamers well have known,
Love triumphs by the reason of its own persistence.

* * * * * * * *

Our time draws near now, and my love, we find
The paradise we made here must be left behind.
All that we take with us are memories;
The flame of life expires, the clock unwinds.

Now we unravel, and with dying eyes, we see
That to perish miserably accords with life’s decree.
The mind must falter, and the flesh must die,
And turn to dust beneath an angel carved in stone,

So that the soul may rise unfettered to the sky
To seek some wondrous Eden of its own.
And swiftly, through beckoning, bright infinity,
We soar on wings of light toward our destiny.

* * * * * * * *

And surely, somewhere amid the vastness
Of the universe, we find our place and time.
So dear one, come to me, and let my fingers trace

With love, the sweet perfection of your face.
And know that, in this simple act of mine,
I reaffirm my vow in all its fastness.
 Apr 2013 Nat
Shashank Virkud
Bitten by a spider
at the oddest hour.

His whole body throbbing
with his own pulse.

All his insides are charred
but sleep is not a willing
companion.
The eternal coronation,
death as his champion.

Sweating through a thin veil
of details, begging the question,
begging for recognition,
even the most elegant logic is an ugly thing.

In delirium, he tears his journal apart-
that's how an artist starts.
He is ugly,
he is crude,
he drank some poison
down in Greenwood.

he becomes quite faint
when struck with the
quaint notion:

that even the heavy
handed blacksmith
has finesse, and feeling too.
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