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 Sep 2018 Maria
Laura
I can see my breath
And for some reason
That frightens me
For some reason
I'm very frightened
By everything today
I'm frightened
By my own thoughts
By my own existence
Just by being alone
And I don't know
If that's normal
I don't know
If people understand
What that's like
To be afraid
Of the mind
You live in
To be afraid
Of the life
You were born in
But it's scary
And I don't like it
I don't like
Seeing my breath
I don't like
Seeing my veins
I don't like
Feeling my pulse
As I live my scared life
Because I'm truly frightened
By everything in my mind
And I don't know how to stop it
I don't know how to change it
I don't know what to do
And that scares me
 Sep 2018 Maria
Amanda Estep
Once when I was little
I was happy and carefree.
I used to run around laughing
Until it was time for tea.

I used to play games
And smile all the time.
I used to feel on top of the world.
I used to feel fine.

It's amazing how things change
When people let you down.
And how that once happy face
Turns into a solemn frown.

You search and search
For someone who cares,
Anyone who understands,
Anyone who dares.

Loneliness, it hurts.
It kills you deep inside.
It makes you feel empty.
It stops you in your stride.

You cry yourself to sleep,
Hugging your pillow tight,
Wishing for someone
To hold you through the night.

Once when I was little
I was happy and carefree.
Now my life's full of sadness,
Pain and misery.

Once when I was little
I was never on my own.
But now I pray at night
"I wish I wasn't alone."
 Sep 2018 Maria
Anya
She came that day
On the verge of tears
Certain,
Something tragic had occurred
I inquired as to the cause
Of her distress

“I told him...and he...”
Oh.
I didn’t have to hear any more.
I responded with sympathy
And let her rant out her emotions
As I considered what angle would be best
To complete my drawing
Considering this project could very well dictate our trimester grade...

Another girl came in the room
And was subject to the same story
She, unlike me, gave her a hug

Now,
You may be wondering
Or shocked
By my callous behavior
But see,
This was nothing new

From two years prior
Since the time we’d known each other
It was like this
She,
Colorful, cheerful, charismatic yet melancholic
Smart as well
Attracting friends to her
Like bees to honey

But...
She also had crushes
Loads of them
At least three to five a year

She cried in eighth grade
In ninth grade she actually went one with one
Then,
They broke up
After a week of neglect

Another guy liked her
But she didn’t like him
Despit confiding in him
Constantly
His emotional tendencies
Grew too much for her

Then she liked another,
But he was gay
So they stayed friends
But apparently she likes him again

No offense,
But I’m currently at the end of my tether
I have things to worry about
And it really makes me wonder,
How can someone feel so deeply each time?
It seems painful

She’s a wonderful person
But, very ephemeral
Her attention flits like a bird
And her attraction is deep
But short

As a friend though she’s great
And I have nothing against her
I think with a sigh as I look out the window
And she heaves a breath
On the verge of tears
Just another day of the symphony between a helpless romantic
And
A
Cynic
If you’re a helpless romantic out there, I’m really sorry if this hurts your feelings. Feel free to message me and I can make this private. This poem is just meant to be about two friends who, due to their opposing natures, have trouble understanding each other.
 Sep 2018 Maria
eleanor prince
what is a poet
but a stymied wind
stamping the same soil
seen through polished lens

firing the bugle sound
to reach across some
distant mountain pass
not echo the same

ignite fire
stand strong
find north
refresh

for old paths yield
grey packages
more stale
subterfuge

but honed
solidity is found
in structures
built sound

a new song of old notes
rearranged to yield
perspective
deep
at times we all need to see what is to be kept and what will be discarded, to reinvent ourselves, our lives, whilst retaining solid ground
 Sep 2018 Maria
Anya
Poetry
 Sep 2018 Maria
Ayesha
Mom… I still can’t believe that you’re gone. As I sit in my office chair and stare.. I can’t even express my pain, I don’t even know where to begin. Everything feels so within – yes I know it was your time to spread your wings and fly; but yet at night I lay in bed and I cry & I find it so hard to breath, wishing I could stand up tall through this all.

This world is just not enough, I still feel so empty and lost… Your presence is no longer by myside – all I feel is summer wind blowing through my life.

I can still picture the day you left me & the sound of your last breath – a day that will forever live within me. You left so peaceful, I can still feel the smoothness of your fingertips.. Oh Mom… I can feel your last kisses.
As I walk, everywhere I go I still talk to you when I’m walking in the road. I might look like a fool but I know you up there listening to every word I say without a stutter in my mutter.

There is so much more that I’m longing to say but I think I’m going to leave that for another day. With tears in my eyes I long for you my darling Mother that was always by my side.

My darling Mother❤️
 Sep 2018 Maria
A Broken Poet
One action can take it away
And then it’s gone forever
Do not take this lightly
Because when it’s gone, you will never have it again
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