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May 9
Insignificance - by Mridu

a speck on the world,
a troublesome fly on the pane of existence,
flicked away and left to die,
no-one to notice,
weep or cry.
no mark left on the world,
a blot or stain,
no joy,
no pain.
and in a hundred years,
will anyone remember,
in a hundred years,
will anyone care?
flew across the pane of existence,
but did not mark life with his presence.
a life that was long,
a life that was short,
both meaningless.
the world did not notice,
and so, for all said and done,
you weren't here.
of what use a human life,
ended in sleep or the sharp end of a knife,
if there is no-one or no deed to remember.
a troublesome fly on the pane of existence,
who lived,
only to die.
I am 16 years old and live in India
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May 9
The Journey - by Elizabeth Farrell

I have brought myself this far,
to this spot that struggles
like waves upon rocks,
pushing against a wind,
slipping and stumbling,
wearing blinders of the solitary.
Shouting into silence
I have drawn no response,
fear like a giant hand
pressing on my heart.
I have brought my life this far,
a furrow in the sand
waiting to be washed by the tide.
Yet, with each step
a new day forms,
carried with the effort,
pushed to the summit of a hillside,
standing above the struggle,
a shining monument.
I am a mother and writer from Montana and am interested in rights for the mentally ill.
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May 13
"Amicitia Ad Infinitum" - by Lisa Anderson

This friendship more needed than water,
More sacred than light,
Its burning life-force binding, our souls eternal twined,
Making dreary days worth living, and love and life worth giving.
Its power greater than all gods,
More pure than any angel's song,
It cannot be destroyed by might or by the depths of soul-snatching night;
Our once-weary hearts joined and yet joining.
A thousand floods could not drown our friend-love:
Already by each other we are flooded, swept off in laughing waves.
Slow Time will not quake it apart nor blot out its painted place.
It will defy death itself, go beyond all universal else,
We together, soul-twined, twin same, into forever and ever and ever
Shall upon each other our dual existence build
Until the equation of infinity we can upon Time's eternal gold gild.
I'm majoring in Classical Civilizations at the University of Montana, Missoula.
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May 19
"Grandpa" - by Mary Kimble

Grandpa was a smart old man,
Cooked his fish in a frying pan,
Grandpa caught his fish in his hands,
Just to prove he was a smart old man,
At least that's what grandpa said,
But I noticed grandma smile,
Grandpa's story could be a little wild,
But I love grandpa,
Wild stories and all.
from Tennessee. I was born in Lewis County. I have lived in Perry County all of my life. I am married to Terry Kimble. We have three children.
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