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 Jan 2015 Sarah
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I asked,
"What is it like to wake up every morning and know you are dying?"

She responded,
"What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend you are not?"
 Jan 2015 Sarah
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Murder 101
 Jan 2015 Sarah
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"Tell them
                you love them
                                         and never
                                                           talk to them
again. "
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Gul e Dawoodi
Desire** is yours yet you **** it for others,
What you want,
And what you need,
Depends on what others think,
Life is yours yet you live it for others,
And if you fail to do so then,
Why to blame society?
When it's your family !
We spend our entire life thinking about what others want from us and keep trying to fulfill the demands of our family to keep them happy and content.  And in all this struggle we fail to live our own life.
 Jan 2015 Sarah
DC raw love
i come with roses to your grave threw rain or shine
with a tear drop in my eye, so sad but my hearts alive

i come to tell you, how much i love you
you were my first and you will be my last

i stand here and think of our memerious of love
so vivid, so bright, so happy, with you in my life

i built my life around you and now i'm getting older
yet my love is fresh for you and always will

i would climb a moutain, just to say i love you
and to sit by your side

i now have a snow covered life from your tears of joy above
a life of happiness, love and forgiveness in heaven

20 years later i still feel the same
it feels like the first time i said

i love you
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Creep
Vat
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Creep
Vat
I need to wallow in
pain, agony, loneliness, tears.

Please, just shove me into a vat full of that.
I'll float, don't worry,
but I need some of that to
stop feeling so out of place,
and when I'm ready,
I'll come out.
please, someone shove me in one.

yay for depressing poetry and mood swings

chains
by nick jonas
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Big Man on campus
I don't think you will
ever fully understand
how you've touched my life
and made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know
just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend
how you've made my dreams come true
or how you've opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.

You've allowed me to experience
something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists
in my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give
and I'm sure you'll never realize
you've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person
and without you I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me.
IF you have any ideas on right i can write about please message me. I need new ideas to write about
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Big Man on campus
The intentions are real
But the truth is untold
Patiently awaiting the lies to unfold
Her heart shatters with the thought of his touch
How could she let him control her this much
She holds on to a memory of how it used to be
Tempted by hatred, will she always grieve
For that man, just a child inside
He'll always have a pull on her soul
And a place to reside
She says that it is over
That is really it this time
Her life is torn apart and
Her heart is in a bind
Patiently waiting for those feelings to fade away
It makes it harder when he crosses her mind everyday
His sarcasm breaks the silence
Her heart follows it to the floor
Her body feels overwhelmed
When he walks through the door
She shouldn't still feel this way
She shouldn't still care
After all those times she needed him
Why wasn't he ever there
But she is the one who called it off,
The relationship made of glass
As fragile as a porcelain doll,
Was it really meant to last?!
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Joshua Haines
I sit and I dream,
a parasitic dream,
where we aren't
who we were
and we aren't
how we seem.
Where I eat you
and you eat me
and somehow
we're still
happy.

In each pile of
body on body
I walk by
loneliness
and loss.
I love you's
and
I hate me's
saturate the air's
conscience.
Us,
the nation and all
are pinned against
each wall
being ******,
mercilessly.
We are
*******
heartbreakers.
Our ***** are
property of
others:
intellectual property.

In my dream,
where I dream,
everyone
I've ever loved,
is dreaming
and
trapped in a pit
of motorized
rubber ******
where the rubber
pumps and eats,
pumps and eats,
breaking ribs,
shattering spines,
ripping esophagus,
splitting spirit like
tissue paper.
Bodies ripped apart
by branded, artificial
"love":
society's configuration.
Brand recognition.
Product placement.
Motor salad.
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