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  Feb 2015 Born
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Sleepless nights
I get consumed in my thoughts
I get tired
I sit here listening to music trying to distract myself from myself.
Notes leaking into my ears just whisking up my already mixed up mind.
It doesn't work
It makes it worse
The shadows of the night eat at my mind until I have shadows where my brain used to be.
I feel numb
Except kind of a deeper feeling than numb
It's undescribable
It's a feeling of terror
Its a feeling of failure
Its a feeling of loneliness
Its a feeling of being so done with everything inside of yourself.
I guess it's not numb
Its careless
It hurts
And when you want it all to be over that's when it gets the worst.
I am so sorry if you have ever felt like this
No one deserves to feel like this
Except me.

{SM}
This is a jumbled mess of thoughts its 12:30am and I can't sleep
  Feb 2015 Born
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Back when I was a real girl I bounced
in the hallways licking my popsicle.
Back when I was a real girl
I smiled from the inside out.
Back before toothbrushes
became my best friend.
Back when food was normal.
When I could close my eyes without
seeing monsters and nightmares.
When I liked myself.
Before any of the mean girls
decided that I was going to be the
rock in their pile of diamonds.
When music was
meant to make you happy.
Before the world messed me up.
When I was a real girl
I never thought about death.
When I was a real girl my
mind never went this deep.
Now I smile just from the outside.
Real girls don't have to sleep
with their eyes half open.
But I do
Because I'm not a real girl anymore.
I changed a long time ago and there is no way back now.

{SM}
  Feb 2015 Born
Kiran NivedhS
Only once she smiled when I cried,
That is the time when I was born.
She held her breadth and brought me to earth
She gave her love without any wanting in return


When I first stepped like 24 paired chromosome being
She would have been astonished on seeing.
Her astonishment would have been imbibed inside my heart,
So that I am relieving it now in this form of art.


When I reached her height
I recognized her might
She taught me life
Tacitly by her life.

Still I am a child to her
Though wrinkles sketches my face.

In this life of race
Next venture could take me to an unknown place
That place also will be followed by her love

She is very special to me
As how every children is special to their mother.
Born Feb 2015
All I see is familiar faces
Worn out faces
Full of messes

You thought that earth is full of greatness
With amazing kisses
And melodious voices

You can't take it so you numb the pain
You stay high to break from the chains
Your broken heart am praying
that you make it out alive

Shining like stars but screaming
hopeless and scattered in pieces
but you still yarn for his caresses   and kisses
this earth a cruel palace
  Feb 2015 Born
BertJane Perez
Goodbyes never hurt me
It's always the memories that follow
To live in such a cruel reality
A world so insensitive and shallow

A goodbye is just a moment
But the memories are stuck on replay
To think we deserve such torment
We remember each and every day

A goodbye will not hurt you
But the memories will shatter your being
Break your heart into pieces
Your life may even lose meaning

Goodbyes do not hurt you
They are only the beginning
A life that was once so simple
Turned into a life so unforgiving
Born Feb 2015
Like a poet with words that rhyme and flow, earth always has something to entice you with, be careful
  Feb 2015 Born
Amitav Radiance
Words may be a hindrance
Forming hard crust over feelings
You wanted to convey
At the core of those words
The true meaning is lost forever
At times, when words don’t suffice
Pure and raw feelings are more potent
There are many miles traversed
Between the feelings and the words
Somewhere, the line is drawn inadvertently
Hurdles imaginary are the toughest ones
Endless numbers of words do not right
The wrongs meted out to the true feelings
Heart will wither away, if not revived
At the avenue where words are shunned
It’s where hearts shall meet, without prejudice
Not weighed down by the frills of words
Life is embellished with silence
When hearts do the talking, sans the words
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