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 May 2015 Splenda
Aisha Ella
Hey what's up?
Can't believe I'm talking to you
How've you been? We haven't spoken in a while
Gosh, I miss you
How've you been?
Did you miss me?
How am I?
You mean since you broke me?
Oh,
Yeah I'm okay I guess
Actually no I'm not.
I don't think I ever will be
 May 2015 Splenda
Laken Cooper
Feeling blue,
remembering you,
hearing the words that aren't true,
believing the love said by who

The feeling gave me butterflies,
and again remembering those lies,
Is this what I get as a prize?
Wounds will heal as time flies

You are my life's injury,
you were a Beast makes me believe to be beauty,
and now remembering our story,
makes me feel *gloomy
 May 2015 Splenda
Sadolecent
Close your eyes, slam the door
Lay yourself down on the floor .
You Put your hands, right over your face,
Hoping, you'll get out of this place
Love to be sought, words to be spoken,
But it's kinda hard when your heart is broken.
and now I just sit in silence
My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page
 May 2015 Splenda
Martinez
Fear
 May 2015 Splenda
Martinez
Fear is what prevent us from doing something,
but at the same time, pushes us to do it.
I am afraid of falling, play some stupid trick
and I be foolish enough to fall.
I am afraid to pursue my dreams.
Fear of what people might say, fear of my family
not accepting me as who I am.
Fear of not finding the love of my life,
afraid to make the right decision,
and that decision take me to fail.
I am afraid of being accepted,
afraid of being rejected.
Fear of getting lost and never finding my way back.
Fear of believing that tomorrow exist.
I am afraid of flying and that my wings bailed out on me.
I am afraid of falling in love.
I fear life, and I fear that I'm not living it the way I'm
supposed to.
I fear with all my heart, that I'll die tomorrow, and
that no will care.

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