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Shanijua Aug 2014
Being dead doesn't seem so bad..
Silence.
Numbness.
Struggling to live a satisfying life; now that is what cuts me into a thousand little pieces.
  Aug 2014 Shanijua
Syreena Phelps
I will always be in love with him.
As jealousy takes him away,
and my words make no difference to his stubbornness,
I will always be in love with him.

So, cut me open,
and sew me shut.
For all this time,
was nothing but a bittersweet waste.

The time will go by,
and memories will be pictured of another lifetime.
As the happiness drains away,
and sadness takes my heart.

He could always be mad,
for all of our life,
over one idiotic reason,
brought on by assumptions.

All of my life,
you have been my love.
And for the rest,
you will continue to be.
Is it okay just to write what comes to mind, even if it doesn't turn out good?
  Aug 2014 Shanijua
Victoria Johnson
His lips on my lips,
And his hands on my hips,
I'd say it was wrong,
But it feels like it fits,
Like it's right,
It feels nice,
And I enjoy him so much.
And he'd be great as my friend,
But he's so perfect to touch.
And I want him,
I crave him,
I think he is fine.
I would tell him so,
But he's not even mine.
Same situation as Stolen Kisses.
  Aug 2014 Shanijua
Vanessa Gatley
Oh if only I can
be myself again
Some how
I'm not the same
Girl I used to be
Just a few months ago
....
As if I can't enjoy things like
I did before
Is a problem & I'm serious about this  ! ...
Shanijua Aug 2014
Clocks are nothing but ticks and tocks strutting through the day
As with the birds fluttering to and fro.
Sunsets, ah such a beautiful thing to witness. A
Rainbow running across the Earth never ending,
Or the colors thrown off the rain after a rain shower.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee in the coffee shop,
Perspiration trickling down your neck as the attractive man
Pours you a cup.
Children are golden, but never will it last. Therefore, never
Forget that pretty little boy who picked you a flower from the
Playground; one day in the fast approaching future he will not
Remember your appreciative smile. This planet, it moves around
And around and the sun, it goes down and down and it goes down..
Tomorrow is today and yesterday never happened.
I wrote this for myself and a girl whose name is Gwynne Furches. We both suffer from similar things, but she isn't doing as good, if you can say good, as me right now..
Please pray for Gwynne. :)
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