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 Aug 2015 JC
AlanK
Another Lesson
 Aug 2015 JC
AlanK
I search and search
and search in vain
Maybe it will help
To accept this pain

A crushing surprise
Slammed shut a door
I try to know myself
And nothing more

The loss of love
A stifling chill
I shut my eyes
Swallow this bitter pill

I just tried to trust
Those who couldn’t love
I have to overcome
And rise above

Another lesson in life’s
Twisting changing path
It makes me stronger
When I lose the wrath.
 May 2015 JC
celestial
darkness *
 May 2015 JC
celestial
in class
they asked us
if we were
afraid of the dark

no i'm not afraid
of the dark that
fills my room
at two a.m.

i'm not afraid of the dark
that engulfs
underground caves
or the darkness
submerged deep in
the atlantic ocean

but
i'm afraid of the dark
that seeps through
every fissure
and crevice
of my splintered heart;
the blackness that
cascades through
my veins
and the gloom
that fills my lungs
(with no room
for oxygen.)

yes, i'm afraid
of a certain kind
of darkness:
the kind that can't
be illuminated
by a flashlight
 May 2015 JC
harmony crescent
Moth ***** and rag dolls and
nothing left to talk about except for how much
time we spent idly and carelessly
Hyperboles of how we never knew what was coming
Never pondered the road ahead
Just slept instead

Never took the time to think
Just let the facts
sink right through our souls

But I remember when we actually lived
The memories, how they last
and I remember when
You held my hand and said
You'd carry me through any storm

Broken shards and rusty darts and
nothing left to think about except for how much
cash we spent idly and carelessly
No remedies exist for feeling empty and alone
Raised our glasses to someone we
didn't care about
Never took the time to hope

But never thought this road
would end      here
 May 2015 JC
naifa aboali
I'm tired of being alive
I'm tired of not wanting to be alive
I'm tired of having responsibilities
I'm tired of pretending like everything is okay
I'm tired of going to a house that 'im suppose to call my “home ” but it’s not that at all
Its a roof over my head to keep me warm but not to keep me sane
I'm insane
I'm tired of thinking i'm insane
I'm tired of arguing
I'm tired of having to put in headphones to block out the world
I'm tired of living in a world where money is the number one priority because without money you have nothing
I'm tired of the world
i'm tired of writing about my feelings
I'm tired of hiding my feelings
I'm tired of feelings
I'm tired of thinking
I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of being tired ..

-n.a.

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