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 Aug 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Alex
A little girl, in her room
Playing with dolls, out of the way of all doom

The little girl, now a bit older
Carries little burden, she is sober
She runs around the house happily,
But one night, she doesn't sleep

The teen girl, still growing up
Thought she had it all figured out
Thought she would never be this stuck
But with all the sleepless nights,
And all the memories in her head
That little girl, will never be the same again.

The girl, eyes deprived of life
Lies in her room, in the dead of night
The blood rushes onto the carpet,
And onto the dolls
As the once little girl
Couldn't take it anymore
locked bathroom so no one can save you
blast your music to block everyone out
to block out their comments and critisism
grab the blades
all of them
cut
cut til you cant feel anymore
til you have no more visible skin left
you look in the mirror
see a fat, ugly, annoying girl
thats what everyone else sees too
drown yourself in the bath tub
slit your wrists
do anything to get rid of the pain
what else can you do
no one knows
they just hate you
so you hate yourself
you hate this world
you hate everything
so you say
"goodbye"
Other star
Bathes me in her eerie light
Casting strange shadows
Seven billion people
Seven billion faces
Scattered across our globe
Composed of beautiful races
Some rough around the edges
Others smooth as velvet,
But when pieced together
Form a puzzle if we solve it
From first glance, you look different
And what's unknown instills fear,
But my heart knows better
For all of humanity bleeds a red so sincere

© JL Smith
The funny thing is, I can learn so much about a person just from a sentence. When I don't even know who I am.
 Aug 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Cam
I love happy poems
Cause the writer is happy
That makes me happy
You don't read many happy poems, these days.
African sunshine
Blacken my skin
African sunshine
Feeds melanin
I won't be ashamed
Of where my roots lie
I'll embrace the color
Of African sunshine
For Love
 Aug 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Myrrdin
We looked into the darkness
You said it was bright
I trusted you
And thought myself blind
We stood out in the cold
You complained of the heat
I trusted you
And I removed my jacket
We were submerged in water
You said it was land
I trusted you
And I stopped swimming
Trust is not truth.
How wonderful
When this language

Comes together,
Falls apart.

Happy coincidence
Of breaking walls

Of stone dissolving
With breath
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