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  Aug 8 Hooria Iftikhar
Roshan
Unfuck your *****
When the moment arrives you pounce on it
You weren't waiting for it
But when it arrives you know this is it
You unfuck your ****
Unroll a series of new memories
To replace the old ones
  Jul 5 Hooria Iftikhar
Lela
You are the light of my life
My morning sun and my evening moon
I want to reach you and stay by your side
Too bad you’re just “not in the mood”
Too bad “you have better things to do”
Because the only thing I do
is think of you

I dream
of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
I am but
one star
in the
universe
that you
deserve.
I am but
a rain's
puddle
when
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
Wish
upon me.
Dance
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
enough
for thee.



written by me... ..
I think about ending my life, daily
The fastest way way to go,
Without hurting others
My self-worth
Will i be missed?
These thoughts,
Shouldn’t be put on paper
But why not?
If more people talked about it,
Perhaps, they would not,
Act upon it
The greatest pain cannot be seen
It hides deep within
A broken bone is easy to mend
A broken mind doesn’t bind
All these thoughts of mine,
Often times i wonder
Have I lost my mind?
Am i only one,
With suicidal thoughts….?
Am i?
Here I am
Listening to the sound
Of my own beating heart
As it grows louder
Echoing off the concrete walls
Of my drowning loneliness
Waiting for someone
To break the silence
And call my name
Look in to my eyes and say
"I love you. Don't be lonely again."
I'm so lonely, sad and depressed
In need of someone to keep me company
Someone to create sweet memories with
I'm in desperate need of a friend

I have no use for love if it brings me such pain
Because of a lover who values me not
I just want someone who will care a little
A friend who knows that my heart is brittle

I'm sorry if I'm boring with my emotional outbursts
There is chaos in my heart that I had to let out
I was hoping that with you I would find a friend
But if its too much to ask I'll bring this poem to an end

-Elisha David-
My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.
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