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Sarah Isma Jan 2017
She's pretty
In that yellow dress
She wears the one
Just like mine
The flowers designed
Makes her eyes shine
So I sat behind
Because I know
And the people know
And he knows
That she wears that dress
Better than I ever did.
It's not always fair in life and I learned that the hard way
Sarah Isma Nov 2016
one, two
Breathe,
one, two
Breathe...
Train yourself, steady,
one, two...
Whenever you feel like everything is ending
Take one, two...
Breathe...
Whenever you think that nothing is working
Take one, two steps back and
Breathe
Because it's one thing to suffocate on fear,
But another to realize that you can take
one, two, three steps back and...
Breathe
And figure out you still have enough air to change the atmosphere.
i've been at the top of my limits lately and i thought of falling over at most times at for once I id fall and turned into a pool of chaos. Everything didn't seem right and all i thought to do was cry. and I did. And I took a deep breath, and realized that it's not *over*. Try getting back up, you'd never know what you can handle until you actually handle it. Take my steps, one, two... breathe.
  Oct 2016 Sarah Isma
Eric L Warner
I once realized that I had stopped dating because I was bored.
I listened to 100 women, on 100 dates, and the stories
     all started to sound the same.
I was only listening because I wanted to hear something new.

I want you to tell me you're a circus freak, and show me your skill.
I want you to tell me about that guy you murdered once.
I want you to tell me about the time you went Skiing in an Avalanche.
Anything, for the love of all that is good and holy.
Just don't tell me about your job.

I want you to tell me about the most uncomfortable thing you've ever masturbated to.
I want you to tell me about the missing child you found.
I want you to tell me about that one book that inspired you and changed you, forever.
Anything.
Tell me anything at all.
Just don't tell me about your Ex.

I want you to tell me about that time you spit fire during a luau.
I want you to tell me about your wedding on a mountaintop in Tibet.
I want you to tell me about the time you took Acid, and turned into a bird.
Anything.
Just don't talk about the weather.
Sarah Isma Oct 2016
Hi
Can you hear me?
...
Ha, of course you can
but you don't listen.
Thank you for caring.
Bye.
Someone is always there to hear and nod their heads when I'm talking to them, but it's not like I don't know what they think, that they'd rather be somewhere else. Sorry for interrupting.
Sarah Isma Oct 2016
That's just it
you get it, you get what I mean
but at the same time
you don't
I know where I stand right now
but i just don't know if i can hold up anymore
that all these responsibilities are just a part of life
you said
That we'd make it through together
but that was all a lie
Because I saw you shatter
and break
and fall into pieces.
If the person I look up to the most is actually the weakest
then I'll prove it to you
that from now on I will try my best
to be your strongest.
I had a rough day and I had someone to comfort me when I was at my lowest and he made me smile in my sleep. I didn't think that only then I'd woke up at 2am to find him crying outside my bedroom door. I didn't sleep after that, and I never really found out why I was never there for him, because I thought nothing would've break him. I guess we're all human.
Sarah Isma Sep 2016
I don't think
that I have a voice
I mean,
I have one, I'm not mute.
But, everyone keeps ignoring me
and brush off my words,
it kind of makes me wonder,
If i even have a voice.
Sometimes I just need someone to hear me out,
At least respond to my hellos
And maybe then
I'd know that I'm not actually mute
It's probably not just me, but i bet every kid stuck in an adult body feels the same way.

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