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  • POPULARITY

    by DAEZY

    I tried.
    Sometimes I think I try too hard,
    but Hell,
    I try don’t I?

    I work my way down
    to worse than scum on the bottom of your shoe.
    I work my way up,
    and my trying leaves me feeling blue.

    My 20/20 glasses broke,
    so now I’m stuck a 20/40 lazy eyed,
    but you look at me and say,
    “Damn, she’s got pretty eyes!”

    I tweet what I ate for breakfast
    not because I like,
    but just because I’m mindless.
    And like my mind controlled drones, you follow.

    I’m sucked deep into an abyss of
    attention and bliss.
    But the sad thing about it is,
    I hate what I’ve become.

    You follow who I’m listening too,
    what I’m wearing,
    what I’m eating,
    and if I’m sharing.

    But in the end, what have you become?
    Mindless, like me.
    So I re-begin the journey to work my way BACK to scum.
    Why?

    Because I LIKE being a reject!
    Because I LIKE being able to be myself!
    Because I LIKE having true friends!
    BECAUSE I LIKE ME!

    I’m your four-eyed nerd.
    Your wrack-a-doodle poindexter.
    Your scummy shoe, and
    YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!

    Besides,
    It’s always the quiet
    ones you have to
    look out for.

  • VIGILANT EYES

    by PAULA

    My headstrong deliberation is
    Coincidental with your heartbeat,
    The thump, thump, thump
    Reminds me of
    Frosty the Snowman
    And his dauntless twigs for feet.
    Premeditated, you call it?
    Never that.
    In reverence, I reproach your black top hat.
    Unique trait of a familiar face.
    I need a distraction
    To retract my aimless attention,
    Preoccupy my mind,
    Scrutinize my intuition.
    Vigilant eyes,
    You can continue to try.
    But, in actuality,
    You’re a thousand
    Lies behind.

  • STORY OF A CRUSADER

    by DAVID

    By the light I go,
    Striding to the battle.
    My pace quickens,
    As I hear the bones rattle.

    I go over a hill,
    And what do I see.
    Endless undead,
    The sight shocks me.

    Beautiful homes,
    Raging Flames.
    Screaming people,
    Child games.

    The burning homes,
    Zombies are moaning.
    A story for tomes,
    Even souls are roaming.

    With a stout heart,
    I raise my blade.
    I charge with zeal,
    To stop this raid!

    The first are slain,
    In a flash of light.
    Exorcised to a crisp,
    Redemption glows bright.

    More take their place,
    Yet I don’t waver.
    There are lives to save,
    In my holy endeavor.

    A woman and child,
    Are saved and flee.
    But the undead are merciless,
    Shot them both beside me.

    I turn in anger,
    To face these new foes.
    An arrow penetrates me,
    Fired from cursed bows.

    I fall to a knee,
    Writhing in pain.
    The laws of the light,
    Failed to remain.

    I get to my feet,
    Grabbing my side.
    I look at my gram,
    And begin my stride!

    With a stout heart,
    I raise my blade.
    I charge with zeal,
    To stop this raid!

    The archers slain,
    One by one.
    The bodies drop,
    Till the job is done.

    I cringe in pain,
    The curse afflicting.
    The world is fading,
    Death is quickening.

    I attempt to heal,
    The blighted wound.
    To no avail,
    I must be doomed.

    I move to the ground,
    Coughing up blood.
    A boot hits my face,
    I land with a thud.

    A stab in the chest,
    From an abomination.
    Blue flesh and fat,
    A terrifying Aberration.

    As I lay bleeding,
    The fires burn.
    I feel I have failed,
    Death has taken turn.

    With the last of life,
    I see one thing.
    The crusaders come,
    On god’s wing.

  • DECISIONS

    by PAULA

    Stuck in the middle, don’t know which side to chase.
    My only question is – Why should I be made to choose a side in the first place?

  • THOSE GIRLS

    by ZURI

    We are the ones
    that lie
    in your beds, or to your faces.

    We just want to fill
    your spaces,

    okay ours,
    maybe
    both?

    We never meant to hurt you.
    but heartbreak?

    is inevitable,
    and when
    if ever tears fall,

    we are not the ones
    to call, that is,
    we are the heart
    ripping love stealing

    smile and sleep with your boyfriend,
    those girls—

    we are the liars
    the dark that was left
    behind but keep in mind

    someone made us
    this way.
    We were once you
    but that was yesterday.