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 Nov 2016 R Arora
Ashleigh Marie
I can hear you singing
is it about me?
is that vain?
am i weak?

can this approaching anxiety leave?
can i just be me?
can i please be free?

these thoughts are destructive
they're decay on my positivity
my hard earned sanity
my clarity

clouding my emotions
feeding my every insecurity


**Please, Please, Please Anxiety
Please let me be!!
Did you see the same beauty I saw while looking through the camera lens?
Did you feel my heart beat to the speed of fluttering butterfly wings as we held hands?
Did you feel me break like a crumbling tombstone?
Something to acknowledge what is gone, now gone for good.
Did you feel my ribs shatter with the velocity of a car crashing into a liquor store, torso ****** forwards, collarbone hits the steering wheel and for the first time you hear the silence.
Did you understand how I felt?
Do you now?
 Nov 2016 R Arora
denise
Stare out
Into the skyline.
Look at
The wavering distance.

Where the illusion of
The sky on fire,
Hinders the word
From hearts of ire.

Golden silver,
Midnight blue.
Let the storm,
Bring morning dew.

Crashing waves,
Flickering lights.
And off into the distance,
You let out the sigh.
let the world be your distraction.
 Nov 2016 R Arora
Adam Long
You smiled today and that's awesome,
You smiled today, you feel fine.
You smiled today and I love that,
That smile of yours, is what has caused mine.
 Nov 2016 R Arora
Shona Marshall
An earth filled flower *** is all I have left of you.
That and the memories,
Both good and bad.
The flower *** reminded me of you at the end
Empty, nothing left to give.
But then summer came, and with it your flower *** bloomed
Bright orange lilies, the most beautiful I had ever seen
A burst of fire
A fleeting explosion of passion and wonder.
The flower *** reminds me of you at the beginning
Full of hope and beauty, with everything to give
That’s how I choose to remember you now
And every summer the lilies grow I think of the past
And smile at the unconditional love you always had for me
 Nov 2016 R Arora
xvy
Maybe it's all in my head
The words you might have said were invented
Your messages unexistent
xvy
i love it when people doubt me.
   its makes me work harder to
prove them wrong.
 Nov 2016 R Arora
Phantom Poet
I write poems because,
Poets are the people,
Who understand how i feel,
How it is like to love,
To lose it,
I write my madness,
Craziness,
Faithfulness,
And like many artists,
My loneliness,
Poets don't criticize,
Like the rest of the world,
They may smile,
Or cry reading,
But never be leaving,
An insult,
Because they understand,
They know the pain,
They feel it,
When i have a problem,
I have no one to share with,
No friends,
Not siblings,
Definitely not my family,
I turn to poetry,
I can write what i want,
I write what i feel,
I write out my troubles,
Rhyming words,
In small thought bubbles,
And crying inside,
No one to sit beside,
No one to hold,
Everything is cold,
Poetry is the only thing,
Keeping me alive,
it helps me survive!
The truth has been spoken
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