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 Jul 2015 Jen Grimes
jhabhabz
She was the strongest person that I know,
She smiled despite road blocks,
She laughed after hitting the rock bottom,
She was her usual self, the strongest person that I know.

She was the strongest person that everyone knows,
Everyone held onto her arm for support,
Everyone sought for her caring words to push them hard,
Everyone looked for her, searched for her every time they needed her, the strongest person everyone knows.

She didn’t know she was the strongest person everyone knows,
She needed everyone to hold her arm,
She sought for someone for caring words to push her hard,
She didn’t know, she didn't know, she was the strongest person everyone knows.

She wanted to cry everytime she stumbled,
She wanted to scream everytime she was hurt,
She chose to keep silent, she chose to be at peace with her heart,
They didn't know, didn't know that she didn't know she was the strongest person everyone knows.
 Jul 2015 Jen Grimes
NV
kill pill.
 Jul 2015 Jen Grimes
NV
pain killer after pain killer.

oh baby girl, you know better than that.

pain killer after pain killer.

*oh baby girl, you know the sadness never dies out.
 Jul 2015 Jen Grimes
mike
life is a painting
of something beautiful
explaining us to ourselves
on a wall
in a building burning down

and we stand there
mesmerised.
We will never walk again
As we used to walk at night,
Watching our shadows lengthen
Under the gold street-light
When the snow was new and white.

We will never walk again
Slowly, we two,
In spring when the park is sweet
With midnight and with dew,
And the passers-by are few.

I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June twilight dies, —
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
"The finest thought
runs the risk of being irrevocably forgotten
if we do not write it down"
Arthur Schopenhauer
Quote
Without you looking
I put little bits and pieces
of you in my pocket,
I tried taking them out this morning
to hug you
but it turns out
my pocket had a little hole
S.R.
Ana
I still find myself wanting you.

Why is it that I feel so good inside when absolutely nothing is inside of me?
Something I found in my old papers from 2011.
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