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 Nov 2014 Jenna
Gary
You trust in no one,
Keeping your eyes squeezed tight.
Hoping they won't  see you,
As you turn out the light.

Like smoke,you want to dissappear,
To the night.
Hoping to blend in with the shadows
Keeping you out of limes light.

Never again,
Will you allow them to see you.
Never again,
Can they judge your will.

Hear your thoughts- in a passing bye.
See your face- in the darkest of night.

****** to a nation,
Of judgemental peers.
Painting the story of your life,
Filling your head with fear.

Click your heals together,  tonight,
Disappear, deep in the darkened night.


Abandoned, darkened and cold
Is the only place safe enough to call home.

Where being you, is feeling so real,
Not to live up to their lies.
Without  judgment
Of their dagger filled eyes.
 Nov 2014 Jenna
Gary
The sun don't  need to shine
Let it stay behind

Welcome darkness
Sky so dark
Take over my feelings
Fill my heart

Stay behind, forever more
Take from me, my memories
Throw them from the seas shore.

Waves crash, like my emotions
Into a the breaker wall.

Never trying to understand
Just forgetting, it all.
 Nov 2014 Jenna
Thunderstorm
To bring us together,
But that has to stop.
We can't wait
Until people have died
To unite
Please, join me
If you find a poem
Saying the person will commit suicide,
Try and help
For Andy
(Even though he's not dead)
Repost if you support my cause.
 Nov 2014 Jenna
Gary
My world has changed,
Yet my thoughts
Stayed  the same.
Evolution, revolution
-Round and round
Explain please, why did you choose me?
To live this life?
The question  - I scream
From the pain, built through the night.
Evolution,  revolution
-round and round
Disrupting  concerns,
Of your damaging behavior.
Like a prisoner, in his cell.
I'm trapped with you-
To live in your hell.
Evolution,  revolution
-round and round
Torment my nerves, strip them raw
Turn the rest of this world,
Against my every thought.
Evolution,  revolution
-round and round.
 Nov 2014 Jenna
Christopher Lowe
Blurry picture memories
Of long forgotten days
Trying to make out whats portrayed
Those short few years
Like centuries
Left with cloudy souvenirs
Wondering when you truly left
And patched me up
With foggy photographs
To fill this hole inside my chest
 Nov 2014 Jenna
Who cares anyway
If there wasn't pain
There would be no poets
For we write about things
That hurt us, damage us, break us

Right?
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