This Paperwork

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Adi Cox
This Paperwork
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 This screwed up blotched paperwork lies in the waste basket.
This ‘ready to be disposed of’ remembers being part of the fold,
in a pad with others.
This once milky white ‘yet to be defined’ turned out to be a doodle.
This paperwork became just another ‘throw away’ of no real importance.

Abstract Beauty

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Ahly Grey
Abstract Beauty
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A smile that brightens the darkest souls,
Rain falls but seems to never stop,
Awaiting the sun to shine;
a light that never glows,
Sun never rises but forever sets.
A person so bizarre in such a beautiful way,
Even though she’s gorgeous and its obvious,
So unique but still no one knows her name,
She seems to perfect for her dreams to be crushed.
Love is lonely so her heart beats quiet,
I couldn’t see who she was so I squinted to see clearer,
I never knew the noise she made would echo silent,
Then I noticed it was me in a mirror.

Ode to Jenna

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William J. Thompson, Jr.
Ode to Jenna
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Her heart full of kindness, of caring, compassion.
Her smile, a pleasure, sincere and so warm.
Her laughter, like music, delightful to hear.
Her eyes, wide and luminous, reflects what’s inside.
Her voice, soft and gentle, yet somehow it’s strong,
mirrors the strength from within.
Her manner is poised, tho’ sometimes unsure
as she continues to learn who she is.
Her mind is a wonder, so sharp, so receptive,
her talents are many, some yet undiscovered.
Her emotions are varied but she strives to be happy.
When she speaks, she speaks truth,
there is no guile in her.
These are parts of her character, some things I’ve perceived.
Often times I do wonder why others don’t see what I see.
And often times I do wonder if this young woman knows,
herself, what I know.
Those who are special are rare, hard to find.
a true gift to this world from the heavens above.

Never will I forget you as a friend

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Lisa Rigby
Never will I forget you as a friend
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Forever I’ll be there,
Remember I’ll always care.
Every time I feel blue,
I’ll always think of the memories we’ve shared.
Never will I forget you as a friend,
Don’t you know it’s me and you till the end.

R.I.P. Lynn and Rodgie x

My Last Drink

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Lynn
My Last Drink
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As I rest the empty glass on the bar,
I can see out the corner of my eye
another one sliding up next to me.
I wanted to raise my hand to say “no thanks.”
But I have to admit she appeared like a cocktail,
smelling of schnapps,
looks simple enough to be complicated.
I wondered if she was reality or something from my imagination.
Did I want one more for the road to rinse out the last bad taste?
Her size just right betwixt tall, not too much,
and small just the right size.
I took a second glance hoping to see thru sober eyes.
What did I see? My last drink for sure;
the one to end my darksome journey,
the last drink I need.