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Tell her how you admire her. always tell her you love her at all
times. when shes upset hold her tight. pick her over all the other
girls you hang out with. play with her hair. pick her up tickle her
amd wrestle with her. just talk to her. tell herjokes. bring her flowers
just becuz. hold her hand and run. just hold her hand. throw pebbles
at her window at night. let her fall asleep in your arms. sing to her
no matter how awful you sound. get her mad at you. then kiss her.
give her piggy back rides. push her on a swing. tell her she looks
beautiful. when shes sad, stay on the phone with her, even if she’s not
not saying anything. look into her eyes and smile. kiss her on her
forehead. slow dance with her even if theres no music. kiss her in

Brooke Wilson

Although harsh winter weighs down restless heart,
I know I’m not but cusp, husk for full year.
Warm welcome will expand, dwarf other part,
swing brooding moods to mine shared joys sincere.
No harvest rich with golden fruits to sell
need I, nor wise saws winter hoarfrost bring,
who loves well Hell defies, time’s ebb and swell
weathered, all storms calmed, splices angel wing.
Love therefore says: O time suspend thy flows!
range changeless and defy fate’s hidden drums,
so two true steady stay, thorn shorn from rose,
no far migration, ceaseless summer comes.
No pause, no cause to seek another clime
eternal summer gilding timeless rhyme.

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

Jonathan ROBIN

Sitting in the playground, trying to decide

To either play upon the swings, or go over to the slide

The slide is your decision, sure it looks like fun

But looks can be deceiving, the ride hasn’t begun

One push and you’re falling, down and down you go

You can’t stop now, its endless, a spiral out of control




Do not try to climb back

the risk is just too dangerous

you may just have a heart attack

what have you gotten into?

This neverending mess.

You’re scared, the tears are falling

Yet you’re also feeling happiness

You must do it again

Who cares about the danger?

Who cares about the fear?

Who cares about the anger?

Just being in that moment where nothing else matters

The worries aren’t important

Relationships aren’t shattered

You hate this…but you love it

All you want is MORE

This is your addiction

And this is what you live for.

Paige DeRogatis

Somewhere in the world
a beautiful woman
runs through white sand even though
a book sits absorbing sunlight at
the edge of a blue towel.
And there’s probably even a field out there
with tall yellow sprouts
that swing in the wind,
whipping pollen across the sky
like birdshot.
Perhaps a small child,
while learning to ride a bike under
mother’s watchful push
falls, cracks
a bone, and can
Somewhere a summer day starts
with the promise of success
for a young businessman and his
pigeon-faced trophy wife.
Somewhere far away
people drink and yell
into their plastic cocktail glasses—
a DJ plays a famous song
I’ve never heard and
bodies bounce like felt hammers
across wire.

I’d really like to be
at somewhere
if only to feel the warm sand on my feet,
the wake around my pantleg,
or the satisfaction of wasting money
on an expensive drink (or companion)
to scream at.
Life goes on
but hopefully I’ll find a good passage
in some old book
to give me back the beach,
the wife,
the child,
and all the drunken nights
I’ve missed.

Roderick Burroughs

She goes home… later than expected…
sneaking in the house, after a nice long talk.
Never knowing that someone could be so interesting till now…
Entering her room, she sits on her bed, and thinks of the nicest guy she’d ever met.
The guy who pushed her on the swing, and talked about himself very little..
asking her what all did she think of herself…
‘ Nothing, ‘ she’d said.
He had gotten quiet after that..
Then asked,
‘nothing at all? ‘
she said ‘No.’…
‘Well, why not? ‘
she laughed a little and asked,
‘you usually ask tricky questions? ‘
He aslo laughed a bit asking,
‘How’s it a trick question? ‘
‘Well, what do you think of yourself? ‘
He didn’t think any of himself either…
she let his silence asnwer the question and nodded…
saying, ‘ I’m misunderstood, ‘ shrugged and said,
‘that’s me…’
‘Why? ‘
sighing she answered, ‘ No one wants to understand me, ‘
He patted her on her shoulder saying,
‘ I think you’re worth getting to know, ‘
She looked up at him and smiled, feeling secure when he smiled back,
then empty again when he removed his hand.
She lay back in her bed hoping to dream of him.
This being the first time in years she’d felt a smile on her face…
a smile so sincere anyways.
She wrapped her arms around herself thinking of the goodnight hug she wished he’d of given her.
And for the first time ever, she fell asleep with a hopeful smile.

Ju5t m3 Kay