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Comment by Rinan Crowley on March 30, 2011 at 2:57pm
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Cold wet sand on my feet at Pajaro Dunes in northern california. Ocean water breaks hard in front of me as I watch the pacific,All aroundd me are gusts of cold wind on a grey-silver day, and the fucia-brown kelp rotting on the shore makes me remember why I came here. Everything comes to an end. A Wiccan girl broke my heart.
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Comment by Erin Nichole Ouellette on February 25, 2011 at 6:37pm
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Beginnings and Ends
By Erin Ouellette
The days come and another day has gone, time passes slowly nightfall has just begun. The waxing and waning of light the moon shines bright. With the end of another day comes the start of a brighter day. Star light and sun light brings forth the hours. Clouds and rain mark the minutes till twlight. With the dusk will fallow the dawn and so shall go on, another day.
Come and go, go and gone, here and now gone again. Like a phoenix the day rises from the ashes of night. Within the dark of night day breaks forth light. In fiery splender day rises to replace night, and the shadows of night blow out day light. On goes the march in this fight. Ongoing is the plight of day and night. Never beginning and never finished. Fore ever starting but never stopping.
Within the last hours of light the soul wanes to feel bright. At the end of night the soul waxes with the light. The currents of the sky mark the ebb and flow of this tide. Darkness passes and light hides marking nothing but beginnings and ends in life.
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Comment by Crystal Wintercast on January 26, 2011 at 10:20am
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P.S. I Miss You
By Crystal Wintercast/ KBM
Those cold October bleachers
Were illuminated by the pink of sunset
And the red rush of flushed cheeks.
Your fingerprints are forever ingrained on my blue jeans.
No matter how many times water rushes through them,
I feel the heat of those prints on my thigh.
The chill that night was not from the wind
As we ran inside and locked my bedroom door.
The heat was not from the vent on my floor
As our lips melted together,
And as the headlights zeroed in on my regretful eyes,
Two months was not such an eternity.
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Comment by Cameron S. on January 20, 2011 at 6:07pm
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not sure what happened. It was nothing personal about you personally I'm sure.
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I'm not sure, but my poem seems to be gone. Ok. I'm cool w/that. Too much???
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Memories.....
By
Cameron S.
the things i remember....
things at there core
i wonder if its to late
to be like before.
memories invade my head
i can't decide;
am I alive,
or am I dead....
thoughts of the past float
to the surface of my head
I'm happy yet
I can't help but be sad.
My mistakes they haunt me;
as I continue lying asleep,
or awake in my bed.....
your forgiveness I can never have now....
thus I have no cure for what aches;
no cure for whats in my head...
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Why aren’t you there?
By
Cameron S.
I reach towards you …
My hand dispersing a hologram…
Are you real or fake?
Will my love for you,
Be my biggest mistake…
You hold my hand…
as we stand in rain…
So pure; our hearts remain…
Is this love a game?
sharing love -and pain…
Your age; who cared…
For you were still there-
As you wove your hand,
through my brown hair
To love you; to feel,
that you’re at my side…
You were simply my all;
My loving teddy bear.
My bed stained wet.
Blankets tousled in such disarray
I’m now left just wondering
Why aren’t you there?
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Child of Night
by
Cameron S.
The sun is down...
The time is night...
I search to find a guiding light...
Water holds still...
wolves howl on high...
Looking; searching for a place to stay...
I'm one of shadows...
I'm child of night,
searching for my other; my sacred light...
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Memories Not Long Forgot
by
Cameron S.
Dearest Sky! Cry your tears,
for I can not...For memories
not long forgot
The words burn so hot!
Searing home to my soul -yet
I can't cry...
Dearest Sky! Cry your tears,
for I can not...For memories
not long forgot
I give up my pain
Thunder crashes around me; no rain
poors this night
Dearest Sky! Cry your tears,
for I can not...For memories
not long forgot
It thrashes and it howls!
All through out lightnings scattered light;
then it cries...
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Opal Rain: I enjoyed reading this it is well done. Be sure to watch out for a few extra letters that were added like the t at the end of the word strength.
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