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 Jan 2018 Aflaha
Tyler
Words
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
Tyler
Why is it
That the strongest words,
The words that Haunt our souls
The words that build up until they spill out of your eye sockets,
The words that constantly repeat in your mind,
Are the ones that can never be expressed.
Thoughts on the way back from L.A.
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
Mitch Prax
I’m sorry that you
have to carry around
that key to my heart,
that **** rusted thing,
not knowing what it unlocked.
I’m sorry that we may never meet
or that you may never unshackle me
from these heavy chains.
This is not your burden,
only mine to carry.
So treat this key
As a mystery, as a treasure
from me to you.
Let it hang around your neck
Or under your pillow
and remember that someday
somewhere is waiting to be unlocked;
a treasure for the ages.
Remember not to worry;
this story doesn’t need
a happy ending
or an ending at all.
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
Prashuk jain
There is a woman who always keeps her head up high.
Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the sky.
She has the stamina, beauty, and courage that one would admire,
Even the love and happiness one inspires.
She is a women that one can always count on,
And a woman that sees no wrong.
Her beauty shines from the inside out,
It flows like a journey down a long route.
Her smile shines beautifully like the sun rising over the horizon,
And her intelligence, wisdom, and hard work are not surprising.
She is a genuinely caring women 
Who goes the extra mile to help one in need or broken hearted,
And throughout all of her hard work, 
No one ever sees her fall apart.
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
b e mccomb
and i pray
someday
the pain
behind
your eyes
eases

that peace fades
your scars

and your heart
finds hope

dear friend
i pray someday

you learn
to live
without fighting
yourself
and the fog
lifts

but until then
i pray

here's to hoping
i keep coping
or maybe just sleep
all this away!
seven years since they put me in the mental ward
copyright 1/10/18 b. e. mccomb
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
Jay
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
Melissa S
Dear Mama
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
Melissa S
I may have forgotten some things about you
but there are some things I could never forget
They are ingrained in all I do...
I wear green as much as I can
It's my favorite color because it shows
off my green eyes that I inherited from you
You always said my eyes and smile are my best features
I can still see your long legs in the bathtub
Bent in like a happy frog just trying to relax
Yet you still had time for a conversation with me
I wish I would have inherited those long legs of yours :)
I wash my face with nozema
because when I smell it I think of you
When Christmas comes around I buy Andes
chocolate mints and make spice tea
because they both remind me of you
As long as I live and breathe
you will always be remembered
I love and miss you always ~ Dear Mama
Merry Christmas
Could never forget my Mama especially this time of year so wanted her to know I was thinking of her... always ❤️
 Jan 2018 Aflaha
nadine shane
i am
a confusing person.

i may
love things
that i hate;

i may
hate things
that i love.

sometimes
i adore the sun setting
and i close my eyes
as the sun drapes itself
with dust and memories.

then
i despise the way
the sun rises
with false anticipation
for children chasing them,
desiring to touch
even a glint of gold
and sunlight.

but i try not to love
the way your crooked smile
makes everything look
endearing.

because
i am afraid
that i will soon learn
to hate it.
please do not make me adore you.
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