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The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
Alexandra Mora Dec 2014
It always amazes me
how gullible some people can be.
For they never take the time to try and see
just what the heck is going on with me.
They never take the time to realize
that all of my pain is hidden in my eyes.
Nor does it ever come to their minds that those tears  of “joy" are actually tears of sorrow.

I’ve masked my pain for too long!
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on!
All I think about now is how much I long for that release,
by which people refer to as only something done by those who are weak.

They don’t understand how at ease it makes some of us feel
to cut ourselves and watch ourselves bleed.
They don’t understand that for some of us it feels good to do so
because it feels like we are ridding ourselves of our burdens.

I’ve masked my pain for so long
that it's getting to the point where I'm about to lose hope.
Yet there is a very faint voice inside my head
that tells me that someone in this world full of shades of gray,
that doesn't believe in my falsified bliss
and that they're coming to my rescue.

I really want this to be true,
so that my life will no longer be so blue.

I want to get rid of all of the lies
and say goodbye to this mask once and for all!
I myself don't cut or suffer from depression, but I do have friends that used to and I wrote this poem to express, in their words, what they felt like. This poem is dedicated to one friend in particular (whose name I shall not say), because she suffered from depression and cut herself for a very long time (long before I met her but it did last until about 1 year or 2 after I met her) because she had lost a few loved ones on the way (unfortunately, most of them were close friends of hers that  committed suicide. These people were people that she tried to help, and I know that she put in every last ounce of strength that she had to help them.) I don't know if she has a Hello Poetry account, but if she does, and she happens to read this poem, I want her to know that I care about her and that I will ALWAYS be there for her no matter what!
  Nov 2014 Alexandra Mora
Hunter Miles
Protesters loot and riot
In the name of peace and quiet
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?

Tanks roll down the street
As people beg for food to eat
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?

Tear gas fills the air
Bodies lay everywhere
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?

Innocent people dying
Uncle Sam keeps crying
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?

Lady Liberty passes out
The Eagle decides to bail out
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?

America has gone to Hell
Politicians say "Oh well"
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?

America is burning
Why can't we stop the hurting?
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?

Freedom dies
As a nation cries
Welcome to small town America everybody
Why don't you come and stay?
  Nov 2014 Alexandra Mora
Bassam A
I love you from one to ten

1) Love is not a sin

2) If we love each other, we both win

3)  Inside your soul you let me in

4) I feel the chemistry when I touch your hand

5) When you said I love you,
I felt the sky touch the sand

6) I am not the same human
When you're not around

7) When I lost my soul, you found

8) You are the one who's very kind

9) If I don't see you, I go blind

10) Let me love you, hope you don't mind
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