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 Dec 2014 Jordan
Gwen
We used to be best friends.
We used to stay up all night, telling each other it’ll be okay,
Even if we both didn't believe it.
We used to hang out everyday,
anxiety and depression instantly falling away.
We both knew it, but never said it outloud;
We needed each other in order to stay sane.
Yet in the end, you took my sanity.
We used to talk about all our problems and ways we can fix each other,
Even though we knew we couldn't fix ourselves.
We sat leg to leg.
Shoulder to shoulder.
We used to listen to music and fight the urge to scream.
   We used to be so close.
God, I really just can't forget you. I hate you.
 Dec 2014 Jordan
kubra Abba
Cant you see?
The absent stares
The sadness beneath my smile
My crumbling soul
My aching heart

Cant you see?
The language my body speaks
My head hanging low
The tremors in my speech
A walking bag of fear

Cant you see?
I need help
Oh yes i am weak
I just need a bit of your strength
Dont just laugh at my face

Cant you see?
Its all pretence,staying strong
But your bitterness blinds you

No one sees me,
But me.
 Dec 2014 Jordan
kubra Abba
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 Dec 2014 Jordan
kubra Abba
I see the way people stare
Making me feel worthless
I act like i dont care
But griefstricken and helpless

Painfully shy
Always felt so weak
Confidence was something i lacked
With diminishing self esteem, as time went by

I realised fear is a choice
When given the chance,engulfs the soul
I discovered my voice
Made the Quran my companion
Though it was a hard struggle
But prayer made me feel whole.
 Dec 2014 Jordan
Micah Renee'
There Was This Girl Who Lived A Million Lives,
And Every Day Was A Different Kind.

" You Could Do Anything You
Set Your Mind To. "

" The Sky Is The Limit ",
So , So Be It.

Change The World , And Make It Better.
Fall In Love, And Hope It Last Forever.
Be A Diva, And Have Some Haters.
Use These *******, As Motivators

Just Remember , It's YOUR Life
So Do What You Like.

Listen To Your HEART,
And ENJOY The Ride.
- Micah Renee'
What's The Point Of Living Your Life If Your Wasting Your Time Trying To Live It "Right" .You Should Use That Time To Live How You Like , Not How Other People Think You Should Live.
 Dec 2014 Jordan
melodie foley
What's most frightening
Is I adore you most
With your hands around my neck
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our mind can feel everything
if we can feel the beauty of roses once
it can make some meaningful words,
even can create a few metaphors of a poem

we write all through our life
it can be grown as words of war
even can be born as a piece of peace
or can be grown both,
war and peace

it can be made a pain or gain
or it can be seemed as a stream,
that can be bought a grain of sand
Even it can earn both,
the pain and the gain

life can make a song
it can be a song of joy
sometimes it may be a coy
even it can make a rhythmic tone
that can't always be a romantic tune
as the river is not always plays a full of chimes

life can be found love
or can be gathered loss
or it can be earned both love or loss
as the poem " Annabel Lee"
that gifts us a pang of pain

life can be moved long like a novel
as Tolstoy's war and peace
even life can be too short, tragic
as the life of a poet,
like Sukanta, Keats and Poe

life looks like a novel
it's growing as well
with both lost and found
of so many stir of dreams

our mind is an endless paper
feelings are as ink
times are as the pen
everybody is the novelist
begins writing since he's born
and finishes before his death
though someone exceeds beyond the death

wise men told
life is a learning
life is a continuous earning of wisdom
that can be repair our kingdom

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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Tribute to the three greatest poets Sukanta, Keats and Poe.

Sukanta Bhattacharya (Bengali: সুকান্ত ভট্টাচার্য) (15 August 1926 – 13 May 1947) was a Bengali poet and playwright.

John Keats (/ˈkiːts/; 31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was an English Romantic poet.

Edgar Allan Poe (/poʊ/; born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre.

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 Dec 2014 Jordan
Ember Evanescent
Buzz Buzz*
I casually unlock my phone
Probably my friend
Maybe my mom...again. -_-
No rush, no worries
Then I see HIS name
My brow sweats
My hands clench
Terror and dread courses through my veins
I choke back a screech of surprise and fear
I swallow hard
And blink a couple times
Rereading the name
Clearing my head
Soothing myself
Trying to remain calm
That boy
The one who caused me
So much humiliation
Who hurt me
A while ago
Who dropped me
Because I was always
His second option
I see his name
Hey how are you?
He says
I wait, about half an hour
But finally I answer with: I'm okay
Just okay? he says
My mind is hissing with furious remarks
Don't pretend like you care
How dare you ignore me for this long
Then suddenly give me a heart attack out of no where
Idk I'm alive
Barely. But I don't say that.
I told him back then
When I liked him so much
He was irresistible
Sadly, that is fairly true
But I'll make an honest effort
Because I don't have time
For his lies
I don't know. I hope I don't get ****** in again. Sadly, (and pathetically) I almost want to.
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