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 Dec 2018 Violet
Aislinn Miell
I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
 Aug 2018 Violet
Yagami
Hair
 Aug 2018 Violet
Yagami
What the **** Papa?
What if I want to be known as Latino and not Latina?
Is it so bad that I’m a boy
And finally have joy?
I want to be- No sorry I AM Ken not Barbie-
And I’ll prove my point with a stroke of a pen! Come try me!-

Yes I cut my hair
But why should you care?-
“*** you look like guy!”
‘Oh well maybe that’s what I am, heh Bye!’-
“Wow! Jessica I couldn’t recognize you!”
‘Nice, you seem like you didn’t have a clue.’

******* it! I just want to wear these clothes
I didn’t come here to make foes
I want to dress this way
And be called ‘Jay’ even if it sounds like I’m gay-
Oh wait I am.
I cut my hair and l’m now a lot more comfortable in my own skin because I look like a guy but though many people liked it others didn’t understand why I was starting to dress the way I do and why I cut my hair and this is a little rant
 Jul 2018 Violet
Luna Fides
So here you are again
at the footsteps of the walls
I’ve rebuilt over
and over again
asking me to let you in.

I know
this is not the first time
that you’ve returned from your
wars with the world.
You are wounded and weary
Your eyes look so dead
I can see the graveyard behind them

You've lost so much, my love.
including yourself.

and you know,
if you would just let me
I would tuck all those bombs away,
Throw them to the skies
and let them light up our lives
instead of them
burning and bruising our bodies

but you won't give up arms

yes, you're reaching out
but you won't let me hold your hand

So we both know
this wouldn’t end well
my bones are still shaking
from all the trauma you’ve caused

my love, please understand
my heart is not a church.
You cannot just return when you feel like it
and pray for me to forgive your sins.
I am not a god.
I am only human.
And there is a limit to how much hurt I can take.

Do you think your “sorry’s” are enough
to sew these spaces you’ve sown in my soul?
Don't you know how hard it is to keep living
when all you've been doing
is leaving me behind?

I still love you.
I think I always will.
But please don’t think
I can keep on breaking myself
just to keep you whole.
 Jul 2018 Violet
Kelsey Rhoads
If you are a suicide survivor
Inbox me your name
And I’ll add it to my tattoos of others

You guys mean the world to me
And I have my own name on my arm
Because I too, am a suicide survivor.
Inbox me your name. Make this go viral so I get names. Hopefully it inspires someone to fight a little harder. Anyone wanna join me?

If you understand I’m sorry. Stay strong friend.
 Jun 2018 Violet
Nat Lipstadt
this kids,
is how you do it

in the mid of the dark hours,
when two am is your new oldest friend
when sleep, your oldest old one,
left town on the midnight train,
taking your peace of mind

though she is far away
lost in dream-thoughts caught,
but only twelve inches close,
granting you an unasked permission,
you ok to stroke her hair,
undisturbing her, yet comforting yourself,
every voice in your temple'd altar praying,
one glorious chorus godly chant:

Oh Lord, what would I do without her?

and you stroke her hair and are saved.


2:51am

May 2014
 Jun 2018 Violet
Carina
Sometimes you have no reason to stay,
and realize that's a perfect argument to go.
And that taking an entirely new way,
is the sore but single method to grow.

If you're washed-on abeyance's bight,
and you feel decision's heavy heft:
To choose the left where nothing's right,
or go to the right where nothing's left.

Remember it matters not where you proceed,
or which mountain you want to ascend.
It does not matter whether you succeed,
it is the journey that matters in the end.
 Jun 2018 Violet
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 May 2018 Violet
phoebe fructuoso
Art to me, is a release.
Music keeps the peace when I’m in pieces
I dance to express, not impress
and I write - to destress.

They say poets are either sad or in love
and it’s true, I write poems
about people
who may never even read them.

I write about different stories
and different phases of my life
each one is basically a diary entry
- because this, this is for me.

When I write,
I am honest with myself
it is a form of self-help
it helps me figure out what I feel,
it also helps me heal
I get my emotions out,
and I realize the things
I’m too afraid
to
say
out
loud.
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