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 May 2017 NV
Terence James Potter
If we make our mark
and are remembered fondly

There are no goodbyes

For I
will always be

As you
will always be
 May 2017 NV
Queen Jami
Like Rain.
 May 2017 NV
Queen Jami
I feel like rain.
Cleansing and clear.
Washing away the guilt.
Purifying my soul.
Rejuvenating the Spirit.
I hear it,
the rain.
Even when the sun is shining,
The Light is blinding,
my spirit cries tears of joy.
Like rain,
I am cleansing and clear.
 May 2017 NV
Cat Mitchell
I watched the grass dance and heard the birds sing
The warm sun stung my already freckled cheeks
Sure to leave more once the redness died down
The slight breeze that was making the plants dance was a nice contradiction to the rays of the sun
But none of it was unwelcome
I recalled the bright stars in the dark night sky
Showing the stories from past times
I always loved the freedom of July
But loved even more
When it ended
 May 2017 NV
Noelle Steele
Thanks
 May 2017 NV
Noelle Steele
Why is it that I tell you Im sad and you think Im trying to make everything about me.
I tell you why Im acting the way I am and its still all my fault.
I say I need help but that doesn't even matter,
if I need help Im on my own to find it.
Your supposed to be the one who provides for me,
who takes care of me,
and who protects me.
Lately you've done nothing
you stand by and you watch me fall apart,
but when all the pieces come falling down
you don't help me pick them up instead you yell at me for getting this bad.
Thanks mom you sure help a lot.
 May 2017 NV
Hadrian Veska
Three and four times
Delved down in the mind
Wether their dreams or another's
They did not know for sure

Somewhere in those depths
Of distant realities and mindless dreams
Lies the greatest truth of all
Which is what those beings sought

Once human but no longer
Did they search their dreams
And the dreams of sleeping gods
To secure that ancient knowledge

But the further their sorceries brought them
The madder they became
Until nigh all of them succumbed
To a dark sickness of the mind

Trapped within those lost and sable dreams
Do those inhumans yet remain
Having forgotten the very thing
Their broken minds searched for

Should you encounter one of them
Those ancient weavers of dreams
Be careful that you are not also dragged down
Into that madness along with them
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