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Jan 2014 Aarya

Maman Screams

I ink blood to write poetry
Deep within the layers of my skin

A felt of freedom in discreetly
No words I could start nor begin

Every dip to this poet so deep
Submerging lines of such flighty pills

Every words that I ought to speak
I shall wrote it down with my
Feather Quill

©2014 Maman Screams

I just had a feather quill ink on me last night.
This shall be a poem to my new beautiful ink.

Jan 2014 Aarya

Mirror Mirror

Jan 2014 Aarya

Theia Gwen

Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the skinniest of them all?
Mirror mirror I don't like what I see
For once, can the skinniest one be me?

Mirror mirror on the wall
I want to be the skinniest of them all
Mirror mirror I'll make you a deal
Will you make me beautiful if I skip all my meals?

Mirror mirror on the wall
I'm still not the skinniest of them all
Mirror mirror I don't like the number on the scale
Can I please skip to the end of this tale?

Mirror mirror on the wall
Why aren't I the skinniest of them all?
Mirror mirror I only ate an apple today
Is that enough to keep the doctor away?

Mirror mirror on the wall
Didn't I deserve to be the skinniest of them all?
Mirror mirror my skin as white as snow
Won't be satisfied until I reach 0

Mirror mirror shattered on the ground
I try to scream but I can't make a sound
Mirror mirror, what have you done to me?
I once was your slave but now I want free

Mirror mirror I lay destroyed just like you
I won't let you take my life too
Mirror mirror I lay barely breathing on the floor
Hoping a prince will find me with a cure

Jan 2014 Aarya

My Problem With Contemporary Poetry

Jan 2014 Aarya

M M M

My Problem With Contemporary Poetry

I can't read contemporary poetry anymore
I always see the words
"love" and "fire"
strewn together somehow
and it seems like everyone is always connecting
the two
or dissecting
what it means

And I can't read this contemporary poetry
because it reminds me of you;
fire
always will,
for you were burned without a cause
and your life forever changed
and I hope you know
you changed mine

And even though I don't have the scars to prove it,
you
burned
me
too

It's a long story.

Jan 2014 Aarya

Not my fault

Jan 2014 Aarya

Eliza

Not my fault

It's not my fault
that sleep doesn't come to me easily,
that the thoughts in my mind will not leave me,
that it takes two hours before I drift off completely
(sometimes even three).

It's not my fault
that my hands and legs would not stop fidgeting,
that I find the littlest things very distracting,
(like how the clock never stops ticking)
that I like to keep repeating.

It's not my fault
that sometimes I can't breathe,
that I'm not the person who you would want to be with,
that sometimes I don't want to live.

It's not my fault that I have a condition.
Or maybe it is.

*(n.d.)

Jan 2014 Aarya

10b

Jan 2014 Aarya

savanna lai

10b

"I don't want this to be awkward"
I agree but
I've just burned a journal full of you
so please don't look twice or I might start rewriting it
yes there you sit, a mere few between us
I guess only c, d, and e separate b and f
seriously though
isn't it ironic that we'd have english together
english, the very language we use to communicate
lately we haven't used it much
we've kept up through subtle glances and liking statuses
even so your voice still echoes in my head
we used to talk on the phone, too
(but I deleted your number)
and I almost see the little icon with your name
between my sister's troop leader and my best friend
and now you're here and I can tell you're nervous
(because you're doing that thing with your hands that I hate)
and I am too
but here we both are, in english class
not talking,
not signing,
hardly moving,
yet it is understood.

Jan 2014 Aarya

"YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DIE."

Jan 2014 Aarya

rainydaysunday

"YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DIE."

"YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO DIE."
Okay, I won't.
My life means something to someone
Someone.
I am not allowed to die.
That makes things a helluva lot easier.
Not an option.
No. Don't even have to let my mind
linger
for a minute
For a minute, I can go on living.

Sometimes people say things, and they don't know how much they mean.

Jan 2014 Aarya

I am NOT a Whore

Jan 2014 Aarya

Lisa Ann Rakow

I am NOT a *****

I'm proud of who I am
I'm not afraid to show the world who I am
There's nothing wrong with my sexuality
I talk about it,
But I don't show it...
Don't call me a ***** just because you're the one who is insecure.
Don't attack me because I'm an open book...
I don't like secrets.
That's why I talk to people about life.
There's no need to attack me.
So knock it off.

Jan 2014 Aarya

Change

Jan 2014 Aarya

Lisa Ann Rakow

Change

I lost the pounds.
I dyed my hair blonde.
I joined the volleyball team.
I stopped wasting my time at church.
I gave away my virginity to the first guy who asked for it.
I dropped all of my AP classes.
I created a Facebook account.
I started wearing different clothes.
I swapped out my lame friends for a new set of popular and pretty friends.

Do I feel better?
Of course I do!
Well...
Sort of...
I mean,
Yeah, I lost my college scholarships.
Yeah, I hate my new friends.
Yeah, I'm not going to graduate on time.
Yeah, I'm stuck with a kid that I'm not ready for.
Yeah, I have to live on the streets.
Yeah, I hate my job.
Yeah, I've lost everything that's dear to me,

But...

I should be happy, right?
People said that I needed to change,
So that's what I did.
I was sick of hearing that I could be better...
Sick of hearing that I was too innocent for life.
So,
I took matters into my own hands.

I gave in.

Jan 2014 Aarya

Houston, We Seem To Have A Problem

Jan 2014 Aarya

Mike Hauser

Houston, We Seem To Have A Problem

Houston,
We seem to have a problem
Love never took off
The way we were expecting

After all the flowers
And all the money spent
We never had a go
We never made a dent

Houston,
All systems have shut down
We never could get this love affair
Up off the ground

10, 9, 8
7 and then 6
That's only as far
As this countdown went

Houston,
Could we give it another try
Isn't there a back up
Could we launch this thing at night

Although a love like this
Has been in the plan for years
All it is that we have left
Is a control room full of tears

Houston,
We seem to have a problem
Love never took off
The way we were expecting